Communication is a funny multi level thing that goes way beyond words and still words get the highest ranking and we act as if they carry the most weight.
But just contemplate this for a second or ten.
Most people grow up understanding the words that are spoken and written around them, but what if you grow up understanding neither?
Imagine watching a life long movie in a language you don’t understand, with subtitles you can not read. How would that make you feel? What is there to help you understand what’s being meant? You are left with listening for intentions, translating the looks, interpret the gestures and reading the emotions.
You learn to become an expert in understanding the layers beneath the dictionary meaning of the spoken word.
You get confused by the denial and duality of words and intent and the unintended dishonesty of the tinfoil mask. You get to be more and more precise with the words you pick only to find no one understands or listens anyway.
So you are quiet, biting your tong, biding your time, contemplating your doubts, analyzing their theories.
That’s how I grew up.
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