If I were good at communicating, I’d probably be married with kids and a few houses.

If I were good at communicating, I’d probably be in a better position at work than I am now.

If I were good at communicating, I’d probably have figured out exactly how to build all the friendships and relationships I ever wanted. I’d probably not have so many what-if questions sitting in my head; I’d have figured them out with words.

I think that if I were good at communicating, there wouldn’t be so many lies that I would look back on and ask why the hell did I need to lie about this or that?

I think that if I were good at communicating, I’d have figured out how to be a counselor at this point. I’d have so much experience talking to the most critical person in my life, myself.

I think that if I were good at communicating, I’d be the world’s most fantastic podcaster. I’d figure out how to make sure everyone listened. I’d write the most excellent blogs day in and day out, and all of the views would be pretty fantastic. I wouldn’t have to worry about others reading my work and judging it for the mistakes or the nonsense that gets scribbled down now and then.

Communication has been my downfall. Communication has been what’s held me back. Communication would have made me the happiest man in the world.

I’m not saying that communication is something I can’t learn, but I was born a boy. I think that we all automatically are born with a lack of communication skills; we all advance at our own pace by experience. That’s what determines the kind of men we grow up to be. We either become men that are great at communicating, or we become an older boy that can’t communicate for shit.

Yeah, communication is pretty important. My life would be completely different if I could master fifteen percent of the skill. Maybe one day I’ll finally master it.