Okay, so, there was a very minor typo I came across today while reading a book proposal. It was a spacing issue, really. Y'know, I understand; you're typing away and the keys are clicking and things can get pretty outta control. One thing leads to another, and whoops! In sneaks a stowaway space that turns your typical phrase, "does not" into something that instead conjures up images of a female deer with a runny nose.
Which brings me to a minor and major issue of communication: it's all in the details. I myself still haven't learned how to communicate with another human being successfully. Here I thought, all these years, that all my incessant talking might have done the trick, sometime, for someone. But I'm starting to realize that communication is experience-based, and while I might find what I consider a fitting way to describe what I'm going through, it usually doesn't mean anything to whomever I'm trying to enlighten. More importantly, I'm beginning to realize that I simply don't care enough about people to listen to them; I simply enjoy hearing myself talk, because hey, at least that I can relate to. I'm shocked that people have relationships at all, because if everyone is at least half as self-absorbed as I am, the possibility of real communication is a lost cause, simply because it necessitates a skill called listening.
Perhaps this is why I blog. I know no one reads this, but re-reading it a few times myself is maybe what I was after all along. "Wow, that's just what I was thinking," I say to myself as I read.
I definitely enjoy reading, so perhaps I should limit all of my interpersonal communication to the written variety. If you write something for me, I'll definitely read it carefully, and cringe over typos. But if you say something, I probably won't listen to you.
