I am known for many things, but stellar communication just is not one of them. (I went to art school, people–I don’t use words to express myself!) l I am constantly delivered the wrong order at restaurants and it takes at least two times to get my meal right. My hair never comes out the way I want it, despite my many tear sheets of examples and long explanations of exactly what I envision. And, Jeff and I are constantly battling about what I did or didn’t tell him.
It’s taken a lot of years and reflection to come to the realization that, perhaps it’s not them speaking the different language, but me.
I’m not sure why what comes out of my mouth manages to confuse people so. I think the biggest problem is that I tend to think everyone is living in my head. I’ll have a random thought, spawned by another random thought and just spit it out, expecting people to follow me. Not surprisingly, they rarely do.
I go into far greater detail than is ever necessary and often forget my original point entirely. I talk with my hands, a lot, and notice that it distracts people. I’m perpetually confused and frequently rely the wrong information altogether.
I bet it’s kind of exhausting communicating with me. It’s a good thing I have, like, a gazillion good traits to outweigh this one. Otherwise, I can see how it might get annoying.