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com·mu·ni·ca·tion the imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs.

This definition seems way to simple to me. Communication isn’t just an interchange. Its a CLEAR interchange. Clear. Concise. Meaningful. Purposeful. Clear.

This does not mean a few sighs, a huff or a cold stare. But to actually use WORDS created by man for the purpose of getting a point across. At one point in human history, man felt it necessary to give life and meaning to their utterances. I urge you to take the time and use the words given to you by your ancestors. Tell us what you mean, what you want, how you feel!!! I am not going to think of you any less if you are able to provide clear meaning to your thoughts. In fact, just the opposite will occur. I will be amazed, raptured and complete. For there is nothing better than to interact with you, and know that I hear you. I HEAR you! I hear you. 

So I was talking with my 10 year old son today about friendship. He is getting to an age where quality friendship is becoming important. It isn’t just about playing the best game of dodgeball, but also sharing a secret or having someone to listen when you are mad. It reminded me of my childhood-schoolage friendships. And as I began to mentally disect them, I came to realize I never had that true friendship that I could rely would always be there, comforting me or congratulating me or get excited/mad/happy with me.

Instead, I realized my friendships were hollow. The candy coating to a good thing that cracked away when pressure was applied. One time, I had broken up a very good relationship with an amazing man. I had come out of a rocky relationship when I got into it with him, but I was certain it would work out. But of course it didn’t. The weekend after the break up, my good friend Brenda offered to go out to dinner and a movie with me. While we were at my house getting ready to go, a song by The Carpenters came on the radio. You know the one, about love not going anywhere so she was just gonna give up? Well, that song struck a chord with me. I felt it matched my love life at that very moment. And I said this, outloud. “This song could be my theme song.” And Brenda snapped her head and said “Why, what would THIS song be your theme song for?” She was irritated. And all I wanted was empathy. So now, here I am backpeddling so she will be happy and not treat me poorly and we can continue with our night out. But honestly, why is it so hard to care about someone else’s feelings? Why is it so hard to be empathetic towards one’s situation?

Women.

They suck.