Words. Mean. Things.

Words mean things.
Lets say that again.
Words mean things.
With more emphasis maybe.
Words mean things!
Okay, once more in case you missed it.
Words. Mean. Things.

We’re all familiar with the old adage “actions speak louder than words.” And while this is true to some degree, I think that people forget the power of what we say. Your words hold weight. If they didn’t, we’d say whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted, to whomever we wanted to say it to and no one would ever have any kind of reaction to any of it because what you’ve said is insignificant. However, we all know that this doesn’t happen. So why do we still write off the fact that our words are, in fact, significant?
I’m a very plain person. If I want to know something, I’ll ask about it. I’ll ask clear questions and ask them as many times as I need to in order to draw the correct conclusion(s) to said question(s) about whatever I’m unsure of. I need clarification that I’m not fudging any details or misunderstanding. And in return, I offer clear, concise answers to any questions that others may have for me. Just how it’s important to have clear, comprehensible, instructions to follow while, say, assembling an Ikea bedroom set, when dealing with others and making sure that they know how to deal with you, you must be clear on how you want to be treated. In plain English, say what the fuck you mean.
The last time I checked, I did not have the any of the same abilities that Professor Xavier does. No, unfortunately, I am not a super mutant that can read minds. Nor do I know any of the like. And quite frankly, I don’t think I’d much enjoy that superpower because I hate most people already for tweeting their every thought voluntarily. But I digress. With my lack of super powers, I’m forced to do the human thing, and verbally communicate how I feel and what I think when another human being asks. And I find that it’s in my best interest to do so clearly and honestly. And again, I ask questions too. If I don’t know, I ask. And when I receive my answer, I proceed with my doings as I see fit based on the answers given. Sounds simple enough, no? Unfortunately, I’m learning that folks aren’t so simple (at least not in the way that I’m using the word).
I guess my problem is that I expect adults to clearly verbalize what the hell they want, need, feel, etc. Infants cry when they need something because they don’t have the words and so we adults have to guess at what is wrong. We have the words! As able-minded adults, we should be better at speaking and using reason while using our words. Use those skills! And even when you know know exactly what you want or feel, you can still say exactly that. “I don’t know how I feel.” WOW! LOOK AT THAT! Am I losing you? Stay with me here.
Everyone won’t know you inside and out off the bat. I’m not a member of the CIA. I haven’t been collecting intel on you since you were 10. I don’t know how to read between the lines with you. And I don’t want to because I don’t want to make the wrong assumptions. Even your closest friends and family had to take years to truly get you and learn to read you without you having to say much. But when it comes to us strangers, you gotta be clear. Not everybody has the time or desire to learn how to read you that well. So when the opportunity comes to communicate your feelings, needs, and wants, take that shit! And do so clearly so that there is no room for misinterpretation. All parties involved should leave the situation know EXACTLY what was communicated. I don’t like shrimp. I can’t get jiggy with the texture. So when someone that doesn’t know this about me is eating shrimp and broccoli and offers me some out of kindness, I won’t be offended. I will simply decline. It’s quite easy.
Along with meaning what you say, you have to act in accordance with what you said. So after declining the shrimp, you won’t find me five minutes later looking for it. I said no. But what if I changed my mind? Okay that happens, but guess what. Just because you changed your mind, doesn’t mean that everyone has to accommodate your fickleness. When the person that offered me the shrimp has finished her meal, and I’ve realized that maybe I wanted to try shrimp again, I can’t be mad that she finished her shrimp! That’s where your actions come into play. You can’t say one thing, mean another, hope that your mixed signals were understood and then be upset when they weren’t. I’m sorry. Try again.
On what plain of logic are you operating on where one thinks that being offered shrimp, telling someone you don’t want the shrimp, then being pissed when she eats the shrimp is acceptable adult behavior? HOW BITCH HOW?! Again, I am aware that human beings are complex in our own individual trains of thought. But not everything has to be equivalent to rocket science. Put the emotional Rubix Cube the fuck down for a moment, Jimmy Neutron, and think about how your words translated to the average minded human being.
Again, words mean things. Your actions mean things too. Say what you mean. Mean what you say. Say it in plain language. And after all is said, be sure that your actions match up with the shit you spit. Stupit.

the spelling of stupit is completely intentional. Thank you.

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