Communication

[jackofallgeeks]

So, I was reading Megan's Most Recent Post, and thought I might post something on communication. Sadly, I'm not sure what I have to say on the subject. How absolutely appropriate.

I love language. It's actually an odd phenomenon if I think about it long enough. Both Leslie and Gene - two pewople I have known for a great length of time - seem fascinated with Language. My brother Josh also takes an interest, mostly in 'dead' languages like latin, greek, and french. looking around my current circle of friends, Beth, Rae, and Tara are all interested enough in Language to study it in depth.

Somehow, I think my love of language is similar to all of theirs and yet... different. Estranged, in a way I can't explain, only that I feel I don't wrap my mind around it the same way they do. It may seem obvious, and the difference may be impossible to find, but I'm interested in language insofar as it it communicates. As I mentioned to Hexxy in a comment on Leslie's Journal, I don't care so much WHAT terms you use, so long as they are defined precisely and used consistantly.

I admire a number of my friends, Nifer, Louis, and Rachel, because of the way they seem to be able to communicate. Nifer, as you may know, conveys meaning in her writing (especially her lyrics) in ways I can only hope to emulate. I'm afraid my praise comes too often for it to be taken seriously, but Louis seems to have a way of conveying thought that I don't believe I could touch if I tried. Rachel has Theatre, which I admire in general, but it is also another form of communication which I do not possess.

I've rather lost my train of thought due to exhaustion. Let's see if I can finish up my last few points.

Firstly, Megan said something about not opening up. I, myself, have learned that I like to tralk, and have realized on occation that I have a tendancy, especially when I feel really comfortable, to pick up a conversation and run with it. I talk too much. Infact, I'm quite confident that I would tell my life story to anyone willing to listen. I think that might say something about me.

It occures to me that I find deep significance where other likely do not. I find profound statements in ordinary comments, made in passing. "Art requires contrast," for example, I saw sometime today and it just jumped out at me as strikingly meaningful, in scopes well beyond simply the artistic.

All today I was itching for a little verbal sparing, some intellectual combat if you will. Just a little back and forth play with someone on some subject or another. I would perhaps approach Kincaid, except that I fear she could quite succinctly shred me to ribbons. I suppose I admire her ability to communicate as well.

I hate it when I have a great inspiration for posting, and then my brain starts shutting down half-way through.
I know I have alot more to say, I just can't think of how to say it.
How absolutely appropriate.

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[jackofallgeeks.livejournal.com]

"...it seems that when I try to write an inspired entry, my mind begins to consider so many things at once..."
That definitely happens with me. However, in my case, it's more to the point that I try touching on so many things that I fear my point gets lost and I don't make much sense at all. I imagine I flatter myself by supposing I have these great, deep thoughts floating through my head, and it's so frustrating when I can't express them.

"...Its so much easier to release troubling life issues upon complete strangers, than it is to friends sometimes..."
It occurs to me, perhapse, that this is why I'm so free with strangers. Yes, to a point I figure 'I'll never see this person again, so what does it matter what they think of me' (oddly enough, I've made a number of good friends because of that) but something I forgot to put in my post is that the strongest bar to my speaking is the fear that people really aren't interested - perhapse it says something for the break-down of communication if one feels a stranger is more interested in what you have to say than a friend. Of course, in defense of my many friendships, I also feel much of the time that I'm just saying the same things over and over again - and perhapse I am - and since I am such friends with these people, I figure they've all heard it already, and as such won't want to hear it again.

"...How are you?... Bad. ... I didn't really want that answer. I was expecting a "Good" even if it wasn't true..."
This is actually one of those little things that irks me, though I confess I'm guilty of it myself. That is, the insincerity of our speech at times. That whole 'how are you (but I don't REALLY want to know)' line always bothers me, and I try to make a point of being honest with it, both when asking and when answering.
-shrugs- But that's just me.