Hello, Mr. Stonewaddle.

I don’t really know if that’s your actual name, but that’s the one I’d like to give you for the time being.

I realized something earlier today, during a Sunday call-in show for FDR… oh, wait, you were there, weren’t you?

What I realized is that you totally exist… you’re not the totality of me, but you played a very important part in the physical and emotional protection of my well-being…

I’m not sure exactly who it is that is addressing you… it’s a rather flighty individual, somebody who would rather look around to the other windows to see what’s going on instead of addressing you.

Anyway, thanks for your patience… and wow, you know, thanks for your sacrifices. Without them, I don’t think I would have ever survived.

I think that I spent a lot of my time attacking you, and for that, I am very sorry. But instead of complaining, you just kept on going, kept on shielding the more sensitive parts of me from the slings I was so willing to fling at you.

I am hoping that we can come to a detente, then to sit down at the table to talk.

I know that it may take some time for you to open up to me, and that you will be a man of few words… but I know that you will counsel patience, and restraint… and caution.

There may be times in which I should decide to not go with your particular advice, but I think that, in the future, certainly to an increasing degree… well, I mean, hopefully to an increasing degree from this point onward, I will at least be able to give some sort of convincing argument as to why caution or patience may not be what the situation requires. It might not be appropriate.

So, Mr. Stonewaddle, the floor no longer needs to be occupied by you to the degree which it has. I am not demoting you in importance, but I am telling you that you can relax now. You won’t need to carry the burden as you have been, and then we can work on making you stronger, rehabilitating you… if you want that.

I know you are much more content to let your aches and pains be ignored, because that’s how we got through childhood without being attacked as much as we could have been… and that it might take some time for you to open up about them. I do sincerely hope that… well, I hope that you will see that I am working to improve myself, and thus I can begin to listen to you again with full ears.

I hope that I haven’t been overrunning you during this conversation. I guess I’m Mr. Voicebox.

“Thank you, Mr. Voicebox. I appreciate what you’ve been saying. It’s difficult for me to get my voice heard a lot of the time, mostly because, well, you know why. I’d rather use fewer words and express myself through action. I… usually don’t get angry. It doesn’t serve me.

“I think that there are others who are willing themselves to speak. I have plenty of time, however, to tell you what I want and what I think would be a good course of action.”

Thanks, Mr. Stonewaddle. I guess that name suits you well enough, then.

I’m wondering who the angry character is… or if it’s not so much that he’s angry, but he provokes action based on a feeling of anger.

I think I will meet him, in time. For now, I think he’s… sleeping! Heh. As well he should. Hopefully, he doesn’t have to be woken up very often, either… mainly because, well, I don’t much like it when I get angry. I don’t think he likes to be awakened, either… but that’s him doing his job, I wager!

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