Communication is a Contact Sport

 

Posted on March 5, 2012by apronheadlilly

You think you know me.
You know my name; you know my face, so you think you understand me,
and you say, “I hear what you’re saying.”

I say I’m cold;
you think I need a sweatshirt, but I feel indifferent.

I say run;
you think Dodgers, I think danger.

I say book;
you think Nook, while I think Cloud.

I say paper;
you think Times, and I think pages to fill.

I say fence;
you think walling in, I think walling out.

I say dog;
you think ugly girl, I think canine.

I say travel;
you think desert, I think Paris.

I say love;
you think sex, and I think Snickers.

I say "like";
you think sex, while I think WordPress.

I say rich;
you think ten-year plan, I think fattening.

I say, “Do you hear what I’m saying,”
and you say, “Yeah, I hear you.”
Good.
I’m glad we understand each other.