presumptuousness bugs me.

you ever have one of those conversations that makes you consider self-immolation as a viable alternative? i've had those before, i won't say how recently the last one was, but it's got me thinking about the difficulty of communication. people throw that term around as though it was the easiest thing in the world to do, and to be honest, the concept is actually very simplistic, you tell someone what you're feeling, what you're thinking, there's not just a whole lot to it.

somewhere, however, the process gets convoluted, people get rubbed the wrong way, they get irritated, stuff like that. for some reason what we say is rarely heard by another the way it sounds in our own head. it's almost as though something gets lost in translation. we hear something other than what the person we're talking to meant and instead of making the effort to really get what the other person is saying, we find it a lot easier to simply presume that we do and then make judgements or form perceptions based on that. presumptuousness often replaces patience in the process of communication.

i wonder if people right now could even recognize patience if they saw it.

feeling: misunderstood
thinking of: the beach
music: "kite" U2