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miscommunication and human failings

It is constantly interesting to me how as humans we miscommunicate. It is true that communication is the key to every good relationship. Recently I have witnessed how micommunication can poorly affect a family atmosphere in the matter of minutes. It is awful to think how easily it is for Satan to grab a hold of something so little and toss it around like pizza dough into something large.
Why is it that we have such a hard time just Talking to people? Explaining our feelings, our side of the situation, our perspective? The truth is something that has become hard to accept at face value. It must first be perverted and distorted, than painfully reconstructed - if it is possible to do so.
Why is it that we find it so hard to tell people what we are thinking? Is it because we ourselves find that we are hard to talk to? Or is it just the way we have been raised? With the media the way it is...but then again, how is it we pin everything on the media? Whos fault is it? For surely the fault lies somewhere, in someone, doesn't it?
Why do teenagers have a hard time confiding in their parents? Asking, and accepting readily given advice? Why do friends have a difficult time explaining to each other their feelings for each other? Telling someone they like them, they don't like them, they hurt their feelings, the jacket they are wearing is an absolute mutilation of everything aesthetically pleasing?
As people we worry about what people will think of us. If I tell them I like them, what will I ever do if they reject those feelings? How could I possibly face daylight again? I can't tell my dad about my plans, what if he doesn't like them? What if he gets upset? What if he gives me advice against it that I know I should take??? The thoughts of rejection, pain and confusion distort our ability to effectively communicate with others. Where did this originate and how, HOW do we change it?
Whos responsibility is it to change it? Can it be done?
I have no answers, only questions that very well may never be answered.
As humans we complicate everything by worrying about the outcomes of our actions. If you want it, grab it. If it hurts, heal your wounds and try again. What's the point of hesitation? Eventually, we all get hurt. Grow up and buy some bandages.

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Aaron in Question said…
Itsy, I totally understand, humans are quite fallible which makes us even more afraid of our failings. In talking with my friends especially Cami via text I find we get in much more arguements there than when we talk face-to-face because when we are texting you cannot tell the tone of voice taken and quite how that person meant to say something. The absence of smilie faces or "lol's" tells me that someone is being serious or upset in some way, perhaps in part because of how long I have been playing computer games and that is how I deal with an uncomfortable situation or when I'm being serious I drop the smilie's and "lol's" to show my point. She doesn't understand this and so sometimes we get upset because we don't communicate effectively through texts. That is why I much prefer talking to her on the phone or to her face but her parents are against too much interaction between us unless we text. We can text for hours and hours but as soon as I call or go to spend a few hours to be with her in person they limit us exponentially. It varies from an hour to more than twelve I have been with her in a day non-stop. But communication is dealt with much differently with different people. It is the persons ability to be open about themselves and like you have stated being willing to take a fall and buy a few bandages :)
October 19, 2009 at 1:53 PM
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