Rant! I like to rant. At least that’s what my wife says. I rant on facebook, to friends, family, at Toastmasters meetings (though they generally take the form of speeches). It seems that there is a lot that I can’t help myself from talking about or voicing my thoughts on. Ranting is an easy way to express my thoughts.

I think it’s a part of my heritage, to rant that is. My Father’s people come from Newfoundland. A hardy and eloquent group of phrase turners if ever there were any. There’s even a song “We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders!” My Mother’s family are descendants of German protestants that first came to Nova Scotia in the 1750's. Any time that you hear a German speak, it sounds like a rant. So, maybe I just can't help myself!

For the most part I try not to be brutish or hard when I rant. Sometimes it’s a logical oration of why I think a thing is as it is. Other times it’s a passionate verbal tirade on politics or something equally trivial. I’m sure to the uninterested in my subject matter, it just sounds like the ravings of someone with a bone to pick. I think of them as something different.

Rants are a way for me to air out the thoughts knocking about my cranium. They help me to solidify an idea or just to get something off my chest. Sometimes I can't tell if something I've been thinking about is ridiculous until I put breath behind it, hear it out loud. I even rant in my car as I drive alone. It’s how I process.

For all you long suffering family and friends, I say thank you. I invite you to rant with me, air your head out. Just don't get serious, after all, it’s just a rant!