Being human
For as long as I remember, I’ve had a huge problem with people’s communication skills. They suck.
I wasn’t a part of that breed. The ones who don’t communicate. The ones who prefer “mixed signals”. The ones who do a PhD on their speech because being wrong isn’t acceptable. The ones who think time will travel their message, without a glitch, as fresh as it was originally thought to be. Well, sadly, that’s not how it works. Because as humans, we have another, larger problem doing its rounds in our lives — our superpower (read: dumbfuck bullshit) to assume.
To assume that if we are on the receiving end of that message, it’ll be exactly what we want. Or, to assume the worst. Because, hey, going up, talking, and confirming is out of our sublime human powers, isn’t it?
But I’m not angry about that. I’ve settled with the idea that some of us are this way — the mixed signal game types. What bothers me is how I’m becoming one of them. Slowly but quite smoothly. And boy, do I hate it or what!
I never realised it. It just hit me today when I was waiting (read: assuming) for time to spread its magic. For something that could take me less than two minutes to sort out. A question followed by the answer I either want to hear or not hear. That’s how simple it is in an ideal scenario. But… but… since, ideal isn’t cool anymore…
…Here I am, playing my part in this dumb-as-hell assumption game, waiting to be out of misery but doing absolutely nothing to get out of it. What pricks me even more is I’m STILL expecting that the assumption game will be passed with bright, flying colours. When in reality, I’m just going to stay miserable until it’s over.
Oh, the good ol’ ironies of being human! They finally whip me.
Update: I couldn’t take it. I blurted, as usual.
