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Communicate, Communicate

I cringe when I watch people have a miscommunication.

I have always been a talker and so when I see the lines of communication broken down so easily, it really irritates me. I have trouble understanding how and why people are not talking to work through their problems.

There has been a miscommunication. It really has nothing to do with me. I really should just stay out of it. But my gift for gab is pushing me on to try and help resolve a situation I see WILL be resolved by talking.

At the same time, I think there is too much talking or more correctly too many people talking.

When two people have a breakdown in communication, the best way to fix that is to let the two people have a conversation. The more middle wo/men you have, the more likely you are to have more miscommunication.

And so I'm torn in that I foresee how easily the miscommunication could be cleared up. But I also see there are already enough people trying to bring the communication back together that me getting in the middle of it is really just another person interfering with the breakdown of communication.

I realize I have used the word communication a number of times in this blog. I'm trying to make a point. Repetition. Perhaps it will work like it's supposed to in math class. It's something that just then comes naturally.

2x2 is 4. 2x3 is 6. 2x4 is 8. 8x7 is 56. 6x7 is 42. 7x7 is 49.

I always hated math class but I have never forgotten my timetables.


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