Do you ever just not want to talk to anyone? Sometimes I have these days where I just wish the universe would forget that I exist. I just don’t want to talk to, or hear from anyone. I wish I could pull an Alex McCandless and wander into the bush, living off the land. (If you know this book reference, we can be friends)
Do you ever have those days where you just don’t want to be left alone? Sometimes I have these days where I wish that everyone I knew would phone me, text me or email. If I could talk for the full 24 hours of the day, I’d probably be more content. These tend to be the days when my thoughts are getting the better of me, and I do understand the correlation. That being said, it doesn’t make them any easier, understanding why.
Do you ever have those days where you’ll talk to people, but only certain people? It’s like, if Rachel calls, I’m certainly not answering my phone. But then there are some others, usually a select few, in which I could probably talk all night with. These are the days when I have a hard time finding a balance.
Do you ever have days that all you do is listen? I swear, there are days when even if I wanted to talk, the people in my life wouldn’t allow that to happen. Some people, you know the ones I’m talking about, they just have to be the centre of attention at all times, those people are the ones that will always make you listen. Those are the days when patience is really learned.
Do you ever have days when you question everything? Perhaps, even, everyone. I know that I sure do. There are days when it really doesn’t matter if you’ve known me for 2 weeks or 20 years, you’re all falling into the same category. Largely, the ‘shit list’, if I’m being totally honest. You have a shit list, too. I can’t be alone in this.
Do you ever wish that you’d said more in a moment when you didn’t? I think back on these moments often, wishing I could have a do-over. Then I remind myself that everything happens for a reason, so if I didn’t say it, there was probably a bigger picture at play. At least that seems, to me, a more poetic way of living. It helps a little with the anxiety of wondering, as well.
Do you ever wish that you’d said less in a moment when you spoke too much? I have these moments as well. I think the moments when I don’t say enough are born from the moments when I’ve said too much and regretted it. Much like the earlier, though, I do like to believe that everything happens for a reason, so if I said too much, it was probably needed, regardless of how I feel after the fact.
Do you ever see someone that you wish you could talk to? Sometimes I see these people and I just… I want to start a conversation. Sometimes they’re people I know. Sometimes they’re people I don’t. Some days it’s a random stranger on the street who’s managed to make such an impression on me that I want to talk to them, I want to get to know them, even if it’s in the smallest of ways.
Do you ever have a moment when you know someone isn’t telling you the full truth, or the full story, or their full opinion, and you wish they would? This is getting harder and harder for me with each year that passes. There will always be those people in life that you know will speak to you with the utmost transparency. But, I am finding with each year that passes, those brutally honest individuals are becoming fewer and farther in-between.
Do you ever relate to quotes in books so much that it almost feels as though a passage, a quote or a storyline was written for you? I do this frequently. It’s one of the things that has always fascinated me about authors. Some how, in some way, they manage to write these truly breathtaking words, a lot of times decades before I was even born, that relate to me better than anyone I’ve ever met or known. Words, when written properly, have the power to transcend boundaries, including time.
Do you ever think of yourself one-way, only to learn that someone who knows you well, thinks of you in a way that you’ve never even considered before? Almost like you’re a completely different person, and you didn’t even realize it. The energy you admit to this universe can be received in a variety of different ways. Remember that,
Do you ever tell yourself lies to make yourself feel better? I, sure as hell, do. I do this a lot, actually.
Do you ever stop and think? Do you ever stop thinking? Do you ever speak before you think? Do you prefer to think before you speak? Do you ever prefer to not speak at all? Do you ever stop to notice the body language you present? Do you ever realize just how much of a role body language plays in communication, and then, following that thought down a rabbit hole, continue with thinking about how blind people always seem to be a better judge of character than people with sight?
Do you ever ask yourselves a lot of questions at 10:32 on a Friday night, stirring and wondering how you manage to accurately and adequately communicate in this crazy world where there are so many people with so many personalities and so many perspectives?
Communication is such a gift.