Complicated

 I am a simple man. I like people. I then treat them in a certain way that I'd like to think is kind. When I don't get a similar treatment, I wonder why. I read up on other cultures. I research about people. I keep interacting with people. Same situation over and over again with different people. Everyone is different. Some are quieter, some have ADD, some with OCD, some depressed. The same sentence strikes a different chord in every world. "Give me a little more time" Spoken in a quiet voice can be a very hopeful one. "Give me a little more time" to some with ADD can mean a day. OCD? A few minutes to clear the table. Ah - are we trapped by language? The english language is not enough to convey the expressions of two different people. People converse and clarify and qualify. We have 3 hour meetings that accomplish nothing. We play 3 hours in improv world and laugh at miscommunications, do we get to know each other better? We go back to how we like treating people. I understand a little more how kindness manifests itself in other people. I keep interacting, I want to know how people understand kindness. Because goddammit who else have we got? And again we are bound by the word 'who' - it means humankind. 'Who else' is an oxymoron. Aliens and other things are 'what'. It's getting a little complicated. Why can't a man attempt to be simple?


How did we get here?

I... am a simple man. I just want to move. Oh... They do understand my movements.

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2/10/19 5:18 AM

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