The boys ask about Facebook stories and I say sometimes I use theme as methods of communication.
“Who do you speak to?”
“Is that one person or many?”
“Depends on the moment, might be the general public, might be my air, might be all of the above and none of it.”
“So you are not going to answer?”
“I did answer, but you didn’t like it because I didn’t make it a simple soundbite. Sometimes life is more complex than we intend it to be. But I did a couple tonight, so you figure out what you think off of those.”
There is a small pool of water around the toilet but I am not sure how it got there. Just got out of the shower and it could be my having stood there that caused it.
Could be the wax ring on the toilet is going bad or there is a clog in the line and the draining of the shower is causing an issue.
I am not a plumber so this is speculation based upon a certain amount of experience which is to say I know things, but can’t say if the things I know are always applicable.
The younger Mr. Wilner makes a few comments and inserts a couple of questions.
“Women are mysterious creatures. Sometimes they expect you to be a mind reader and sometimes they yell at you for trying to be one. Live long enough and you’ll see it all and then find out you really haven’t.”
“Dad, what am I supposed to do with that?”
“Make a paper hat or a sailboat and have fun.”
“That is not helpful.”
“No, not really. But people aren’t logical. All you can do is lay your cards on the table and have a clear conversation while knowing that won’t always work. Sometimes you’ll still be confused or they will. Don’t expect that to change as you get older.
There might be less confusion because you might be more direct, but direct doesn’t eliminate misunderstanding. And don’t forget people change their minds so what you think might change and what they think might too.
And they won’t always do so in concert, so you have to just work through it all. Try to think b;tefore you act and make the best decision you can.”
“You know I don’t plan on getting married or having kids.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You ought to take that seriously.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
“You’re 20 years-old and you haven’t met a girl who will make your head spin and reconsider,. Might not ever meet one, but than again you might. Did I mention you’re 20.”
“Makes me crazy when you do this.”
“Blame your grandfather, made me crazy too. But he was right and so am I.”
A Story Whose End Must Wait
I know a few of those and might even be working on putting my own spin on them because if you are not Captain of your own Destiny you’re just some leaf in the current.
It is part of why I write what I write in various places because I am trying to influence things. Sometimes you have to put your thoughts out there and see what kind of response you get.
And if you don’t get a response, well you have to decide if the silence is a response or if it is consent or an invitation.
Had an ongoing discussion with someone about silence in a business setting and what it means as well as in a personal.
I don’t send out emails with return receipt requested and generally won’t allow those to be used on my end as proof of receipt.
Even if I do, that receipt doesn’t mean I read whatever you sent me. Hell, I use statcounters on my blogs so I see when people show up and recognize it is not always proof they read what I wrote.
Hell, they might have just shown up and clicked their way elsewhere. Got to run now, think of the piano riff here as the fade out…for now.