One of the things I've found it difficult to keep in touch with while writing this blog over the last couple of years is that it is in fact a conversation. This might seem like an odd thing to say given that I disabled blog comments some time ago and I rarely engage with anyone about a post in social media. It's a little less direct and obvious than that. For the most part it's a conversation with myself.
It is somehow amazing the way in which, when you put it into words, your understanding of a concept can change. In order to express something to another person in text you have to take a cognitive construct made up of reason, memories and emotion and distill it into simple language. Minds are complex, and no thought exists without a framework of experience and meaning, even if the sum of that rational and emotional knowlege is 'I love pizza'.
Sometimes the conversation is with the universe - something happens, someone else writes something on the internet and it's worth weighing in on that conversation simply to express an opinion - something diarists have understood for centuries.
This isn't to say you shouldn't immediately hop on your social media platform of choice and join in the great debate, but I appreciate that it's not always the way a conversation works.