I would have written something myself, but I feel it would be inadequate. So until I find something befitting of my purpose to say, an excerpt (though out of context) from the first page of the introduction to the Scarlet Letter shall suffice:

“…when the author casts his leaves forth upon the wind, the author addresses, not the many who will fling aside his volume, or never take it up, but the few who will understand him better than most of his school mates and life mates

…- as thoughts are frozen and utterance benumbed, unless the speaker stand in true relation with his audience – it may be pardonable to imagine that a friend, a kind and apprehensive, though not the closest friend, is listening to our talk.”

Sometimes I just need somebody to listen; and rather than to actually sit somebody down – it is much easier having Conversations with an Imaginary Audience every once in a while.