Kommuneekashun

The way I communicate has been a topic of conversation recently. Someone whose opinion I care about, besides my own, said I was articulate in my feelings, and that I should write more poetry. Another person said I'm very analytical and observant. The same person also caught me using one-liners, though I'm not sure what I said. Yet another person described me as being laconic.

Now I will get this part wrong, and the girl will rag me about it later, but in a recent phone interview, I was given an example of how I write. Instead of saying, "a woman walked into the room," I would have described the woman and then point out how her green clothing brought out the color of her eyes.

(I just realized that this entry will be completely disjointed. Too bad. Deal.)

I tend to see myself as a left brained author. It might seem like I'm being creative and right brained, but I think it just looks that way. I mean, I know some literary devices, and if it feels like a logical place to use one, I just do it. It's like playing Tetris with words.

For example, while some more creative people would describe rainbows by how it makes them feel, I would try to find an original way to describe them. So in the end, a rainbow would be: a technicolor brow across the blue sky forehead.

(Yeah, this is gonna be a really sloppy entry. I should be working, not writing.)

You know, I wished I wrote down some of my so called one-liners. Apparently I said a few things before Indian Girl left that was amusing. Too bad beer does not aid the memory.

I do remember calling my UK friend an "other worlder". I was just thinking about how we Americans view the world in a USA-centric point of view. Everything is either American, or Other-Than-American. Thus, other worlder.

And there was this one time where I was completely at a loss for words. I blame a girl though. "Now I understand what it means to be lost in someones eyes." But sometimes it may be a good thing. The more I talk, the dumber the world becomes.

I did manage to spell the word "vagina" during a game of Scrabble. But my vocabulary is still stunted by living out in the middle of Nowhereville, Hawaii.

Now a friend made an observation that I tend to be patient and quiet, even about my feelings, or even when I have something to say. I think it has to do with my upbringing. I've never really sat and talked about my feelings with family. Maybe that's why I feel like writing sometimes?

That could be a reason why I seem to prefer female friends over male friends. Females communicate better... sometimes. Sometimes they're speaking on two different levels, and if my double entendre radar is off, I completely miss the meaning of what is said. But it is easier to talk to females about feelings. With guys, you appear less alpha if you talk about feelings. With guys, it's all about sex, ball scratching, and adrenaline bs.

OK, done. I should get back to work. And if this post makes no sense... err... sorry?