Circumcision.
Just kidding! That'd be wildly inappropriate. Though I managed to ramble on about that with Matty tonight for a good hour. It's fun being my friend. Just kidding.
But there's another c-word that comes to mind.
Communication.
I work in a field that leans heavily on the importance of this. By lean I mean it's a freaking fundamental. The day-to-day lives we lead with strangers and familiars has this 'act' woven intrinsically through every person-based exchange. I also think there's humour in the sad truth that we all happen to suck at it. Yes, you do too. Especially you. But esPECIALly me.
The biggest thumbtack in the ass of my life right now is that I used to think I was brilliant at communicating. Turns out that just because I can make people laugh, doesn't necessarily mean I'm all that good at communicating anything. It DOES guarantee that I'm a successful fool. Not what my daddy wanted me to grow up to be, but at least I'm not addicted to crystal meth.
So anyway, what I'm trying to say (and let's see if I can communicate it coherently) is that I'm beginning to see the commonalities between feeling 'misunderstood' and being a poor communicator. It's a dangerous blend because one perspective ends up leaving you feeling sorry for yourself and resenting the rest of the unlucky people that have to ride the streetcar with you, while the other sheds a lot of light on ways you could be making your own life easier. As well as the poor people riding with you. Though I still find most of you insufferable, and I wish to Christ you'd stop standing in the doorway.
My goal this week is to successfully communicate. To not assume that anyone should "know better" or that somebody who doesn't understand the crazy bullshit I'm spewing is inherently stupid.
I can't see how this could have negative repercussions right now, but part of me is predicting that the next goal might be to 'learn to be a calmer, quieter person.'
ov'r n' out,
Chomps
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