The “Power of Misunderstanding”…

            During a conversation with my mother today I’ve really felt the “power of misunderstanding”. It’s been a while since our last dinner together. She lives in the same city so it’s not hard to get to her. She’s the kind of girl who can handle herself; at least I believe she can do it. Sometimes we just meet and spend some time together, she really likes spending time with me, so I’m glad she’s happy.

Now back to the real topic. Sometimes a group of people is talking about something and they believe they’re talking about the same thing but in fact every member of the conversation has something different in mind. It seems funny and scary, fascinating and depressing to me. We’re speaking the same language but possibly meaning completely different things by our sentences and words. This may cause some misunderstandings and lead to somebody being hurt. That’s what I call the “power of misunderstanding”. I’m confused a little. Word that I associate with something may mean something completely different to others and vice versa. This makes me think if anything that I say or write is understood the way I understand it? Here comes the depressing conclusion. Most likely it’s not, meaning, though I know 3.5 languages I can’t really express myself precisely and there’s nobody out there who can catch my ideas perfectly, at least not from the first sentence. Most likely if I’d describe things a much as I could then I’d never be misunderstood but this still makes me feel a little lonely, like I’m locked in my own world and the tool I used to communicate to others isn’t working perfectly. Well, I’ve always known that language is not a supreme tool of the society but still, it seems weaker that I anticipated. The main idea of this is that we should be careful about what we say, because sometimes we can easily hurt our friends or family without rethinking the sentences we use. And if I’ve said something that may be understood in many ways, I should not hesitate and clarify it right a way. Well, basically that’s what I did before unconsciously. Though in general the difference must be really insignificant, because today was the first time I really felt it. So, most of us still understand each other in a right way. Great!

Shortly about work, today was our presentation day, my part wasn’t really very important but I still felt a bit unease, however everything turned out great. I don’t really like public speaking. And I really hate my monkey suit, though I really look good in it. C’mon, I’m not that old. It’s hard to look like a serious professional in my age; however the monkey suit is a great tool to make me look serious. Anyway, it was my last job anyway, so now it’s when the real holiday will start. Most likely a lot of new posts will appear soon.

I’m happy I’ve registered in wordpress.com; I really like it, especially because I’ve got such a nice person to talk to already. Cheers for Miss Cherokee! I really hope you’ll be happy in your life. Well then, it’s time to get some sleep, I truly hope it to be a 12 hour sleep so I’ll make my clock silent this time. Good night.

~ by James Clock on August 8, 2008.