Communication is a Contact Sport

You think you know me.

You know my name; you know my face, so you think you understand me,

and you say, “I hear what you’re saying.”

I say I’m cold;

you think I need a sweatshirt, but I feel indifferent.

I say run;

you think Dodgers, I think danger.

I say book;

you think Nook, while I think Cloud.

I say paper;

you think Times, and I think pages to fill.

I say fence;

you think walling in, I think walling out.

I say dog;

you think ugly girl, I think canine.

I say travel;

you think desert, I think Paris.

I say love;

you think sex, and I think Snickers.

I say like;

you think sex, while I think WordPress.

I say rich;

you think ten-year plan, I think fattening.

I say, “Do you hear what I’m saying,”

and you say, “Yeah, I hear you.”

Good.

I’m glad we understand each other.