In Which I Get Schooled in Communication

I am the first to admit I don't have everything figured out. I am not always a clear communicator, and I do not always draw clear lines when I describe things to others. A friend once called my descriptions "a pastiche of words", and I had to agree at the time.

In the past nine months or so, I have tried becoming more aware of how I communicate, and making a stronger effort to communicate effectively, thinking about the words I use, not flying entirely by the seat of my pants, but aiming for cohesiveness, and consistency.

When I meet people that work differently than I do, it makes for a humble moment. I think of myself as so communicative, yet what historical knowledges do I have? How fluent am I in world politics, or conversation, or... anything? There is so much in the world I do not know about. My crocheting and dancing skills can take me so far; beyond that, I'm not sure. I'm slowly learning Nordic runes, and studying the history of old religioni of the Norse people. There's a whole other Old English set of runes I know almost nothing about, and have no clue if there's a metaphysical background to these runes, as there is for the Norse set.

I feel a bit fluffy, really. All my passion and exuberance doesn't help if I have no Pithy Content to back it up.

I am considering the consequences of my actions and inactions. I hope to find some balance, in the meantime.

Green Lantern Slash: I want a Bi Super-Hero!

I watched Green Lantern this weekend, in the theatre. I liked it. I only felt there was something missing in the tension-filled scenes with Sinestro and Hal Jordan. When Hal asks for help to defend Earth from the evil fear-based villain Parallax, Sinestro tells him he has no chance. Jordan replies that he'll die fighting then. Sinestro changes tack then, and fares Jordan well as a Green Lantern. He says this gently to Hal, with a suddenly soft voice after so many harsh words, so much distrust in Hal's potential. I felt this would be the perfect moment ... for them to kiss.

The (sexual?) tension between Sinestro and Hal Jordan seemed much more real and vibrant than anything between the ace flying champ / high-tech airplane company president / only female character / "love" interest Carol. In the same vein, when an unconscious Hal is snatched from a sun's gravity after he defeats Parallax, the first Green Lantern to reach him is Sinestro, the first face Hal sees upon waking. Sinestro has kind words for Hal, but it seemed a lot of sentiment, and not enough physical affection!

At the end of the movie, Hal and Carol finally kiss. Boring, predictable. Blah.

We know from the easter egg at the end of the movie that Sinestro will become a villain, embracing his yellow ring of fear. Hal seemed to have the lock-down on what it felt like, living a life with fear, opting not to give in. Interesting, that the Carol character will also turn villain in the future, unwittingly becoming the target of an Amazonian tribe of separatist women. Maybe Sinestro has a chance with Hal, after all...

Email Effusiveness

I admit that I'm a size queen. About email.

I really like pithy communications. They -get- to me in a way ascerbic one-liners don't.

I've been spoiled in this before, since I first started exploring friendship: my best friend and I would stay up late talking on the phone, talking about everything. It was cathartic. The first boy I met who could talk like that...wow. Amazing. But I wasn't yet to the place of being able to date, I think. My brain wasn't there yet.

So I went on, having friends, mostly girls, who could Keep Up With Me, in a literary sense.

My first boyfriend was brilliant, very clever with the letters, and the crafty art, and advertisements altered to create clever messages.

From there, I continued to meet clever people, with long emails into the night, chat sessions... college was grand, and yet: the depth of communication via email didn't always match person-to-person depth capacity. One sweetie proved so shy in person. Another made me laugh until I peed my pants, which is my personal sign of true love / being moderately smitten.

I've had a lover that had pretty bad dyslexia. Our conversations moved back to the phone, and she was my most well-loved girlfriend, the one that got away, even.

If they can't dance...
If they can't write...

I admit I'm a snob about some things. It's troublesome, taking dates to my Scottish country dance classes. If they do awfully, I find that I think a little less of them. There's a point to which it works in their favor, that they're willing to try something new. There's a point at which that doesn't matter, if they're awful, clumsy dancers.

I know this does not make me a better person, this snobbery. Similarly, I can accept a certain amount of misspelling or fast-typed grammar/spelling error. But beyond that...I start to snicker.

So, I go through life hoping to meet people with similar abilities, that inspire me in new ways, or old ways... and I try to not sigh too heavily, when things seem strange, or beneath me.

And, I write in this blog, so I avoid writing yet ANOTHER email to the date that I might never hear from again...

If you're lucky, I'll share my poem with you!

xo
B

I made this to funnel my thoughts!

Hello. I made this blog for a few reasons. Mainly, I love email. I love it to the point that I think it may scare some folks off, especially romantic interests.

But the truth is, I don't -want- anyone in my romantic life if they don't give as good as they get, in the communication department. And I am used to giving, and getting, excellent, witty communications.

*sigh* It turns out, there are some good people in the world that just happen to be horrible emailers. Some of them are dyslexic, and avoid email because they dislike exposing their weak spot. Some just don't see email communication in a timely manner as a priority. I met people recently that wait 2-3 days to respond to a time-sensitive matter, and when they DO respond it's one, two sentences, sparse sparse sparse.

*sigh*

I shouldn't hate these people. They are just different than I am. And so, I create a blog to fling myself into, to have a place for my Precious Thoughts, and hope that that scratches my communications itch.

I'm really not a bad person. I just like cohesive, smart and clever communication. Email is the easiest to manage, on a daily basis, but I like paper letters very much. I've even worked on my penmanship, and have a decent calligraphic hand.

To love me is to show me your cursive script, and let me eye it critically!

So, we'll see how this goes. I hope you enjoy it!