yeah, I know what you mean
It's a sin I don't see Tom more often. Out smoking tobacco on the stairs of Flectcher Argue, in one way or another we got to talking about the nights. I described a recent night as having been spent trying to remember all the capitals of the countries in South America and the starting goaltenders of each of the 30 national hockey league teams, totally disconnected from my mind, ridiculous.
He replied something like,
"Yeah I know that's rough. For me it's thinking about ball bearings and sprockets and trying to put wheels together. I see wheels, ball bearings, tools, it's all in utter disarray and there's nothing I can do about it."
I guess this is just the stuff that happens to sleepless minds.
... Much of my efforts at communication are characterized by stammering, sputtering, and spitting; all in a mostly futile attempt at jamming a few sentences together in a way that makes simple sense. I find this terribly difficult (though it sure makes it easy to feel like a fraud, a joke).
It's good to be reminded that it doesn't have to be this way, and that getting at the essence of an issue is really not that difficult. And, then getting it amounts to saying,
"Hey man, you don't have to say it twice, I know what you mean, what more can I say?" It's like knowing there's a moon shining out there somewhere.
... Sometimes I wonder if communication is not purposely made difficult so that there can be a next thing to say, to keep this show, this farce, going.
He replied something like,
"Yeah I know that's rough. For me it's thinking about ball bearings and sprockets and trying to put wheels together. I see wheels, ball bearings, tools, it's all in utter disarray and there's nothing I can do about it."
I guess this is just the stuff that happens to sleepless minds.
... Much of my efforts at communication are characterized by stammering, sputtering, and spitting; all in a mostly futile attempt at jamming a few sentences together in a way that makes simple sense. I find this terribly difficult (though it sure makes it easy to feel like a fraud, a joke).
It's good to be reminded that it doesn't have to be this way, and that getting at the essence of an issue is really not that difficult. And, then getting it amounts to saying,
"Hey man, you don't have to say it twice, I know what you mean, what more can I say?" It's like knowing there's a moon shining out there somewhere.
... Sometimes I wonder if communication is not purposely made difficult so that there can be a next thing to say, to keep this show, this farce, going.
posted by j/r at 8:40 p.m.
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