Formerly 'Rambling with a cantankerous old mule"
I tell it like it is: not to be rude (although I have been accused of being so) but in a non-politically-correct way. And so I really don’t understand people who beat around the bush, who play games and who wrap their communication up in cotton wool so thick that one couldn’t possibly find the true meaning in amongst all the fluffiness.
If I bring wine to a party, and it’s not good then say so. I really won’t take it personally – after all, I didn’t make the stuff.
If we’re dating and it’s going well, then please make it clear. I assure you, it will mean more flowers and more soppy mixed tapes, not fewer. (Mixed tapes I do. Mixed messages not so much.) Don’t play games. Don’t try to lead me up the garden path (or is that down – I never know?) if you don’t plan on being with me when we get to the other end.
On the contrary, if it’s not going well, then say so. Sugar-coat it a bit if you need to, but say so! If you say, “Leave me alone,” I will. (This one I took a while to learn, but I think I’ve got it now.)
If I say I’d like to help a friend change her light bulbs and clean her gutters, then that too is what I mean – not that I want to marry her and have her children. Home improvement is one thing; a lifelong commitment is another!
But I digress. (I admit it, I have issues I needed to get off my chest, okay?!?)
It’s bad enough that I don’t understand many of the people around me. Now my toilet paper is in on the plot. Seriously … What does this mean? Is it specific to a response I need to make in the bathroom, or does it go deeper? Is my toilet paper telling me to stop taking life so seriously?
Indeed, could it be that I have just been part of a wicked toilet-philosophy experiment?