And I’m left here….
Sometimes, I really don’t understand people – I wish I did. It’s like I have this gulf between myself and others which would take a hefty fucker of a bridge to overcome – the trouble is, knowledge of how to build such a bridge is itself a gulf away.
My conversations, be they face-to-face, via telephone or IM, tend to have a stilted quality to them – long pauses and stock answers really don’t help momentum any in such matters! The convo could start off well enough, and keep going without fear of collapse – then BAM! Something, somewhere along the line, brings things to a grinding halt. Maybe it’ll be awareness that you, or the other person is simply recycling “stock footage” in terms of words and phrases chosen; or more often, it’s simply a case of the conversation disappearing down an uncomfortable avenue – perhaps a question,or statement that knocks the atmosphere completely off kilter.
Evidently, words, or their omission can have an effect – whilst it’s, more often then not, undesirable to censor or control a person’s avenues of communication, the old adage of “Sticks and Stones….” (One more empty affirmation to throw to the dogs, perhaps?) is woefully false when it comes to describing the degree of impact words (or the withholding of) can have.
I relish those rare times where one can have a conversation bereft of “taboo” – ones which don’t fall on their face when one so much as mentions a “difficult” or “touchy” subject. When faced with such skewed exchanges, I often wonder, “Is it the subject that is “difficult”, or just the people who are (placing prohibitions on) discussing it?”