Words. Simple people talk in simple words. They are people who talk the most sense amongst all kinds of people. They are clear in their heads and want others to be clear too. Hence they talk in, simple words. Then come people who use complex words, compund sentences, and their psychological imageries to put forth their ideas that get appreciated by a bunch of people while others try their best to dig their brains to make the a-b-c out of it.
Well, the most interesting bunch of people, for obvious reasons, is the confused lot. Their typical characteristic, they talk in word salads in most parts. Its not that they don't know what they're thinking. They just don't know what they're talking. They have too many things going on in their tiny little brewing pot, and just seem to think that the world will one fine day understand their rubbish. Yes, they don't mind calling themselves a bunch of rotten brains too. I mean. i am one of them.
Such people, when they meet, are bound to talk, Yes, and they use words to communicate. Then what follows is 'the' conversation for psychologists to research upon, mindless to laugh at, literaturates to pull their hair out for, and readers to ponder, why they're continuing to do so.
That conversation might begin with the simpleton's greetings, 'complex' minds bringing to fore their ideas of the world, and the confused lot taking the entire rigmarole to gibberish heights.
They are all trying to talk and make their point, as they want others to know what they are. Well the fact is. they end up talking so much, that words lose their paths and vex up mid-way. Nobody really gets any other person's words, as Lisnting is as important a virtue as talking, just as the reader for a writer. They never understand each other, and continue to be that way, all delusionals thinking they're in a conversation. Did words ever made sense to them? Was communication ever a two-way process?
Does this sound familiar?
Well, the most interesting bunch of people, for obvious reasons, is the confused lot. Their typical characteristic, they talk in word salads in most parts. Its not that they don't know what they're thinking. They just don't know what they're talking. They have too many things going on in their tiny little brewing pot, and just seem to think that the world will one fine day understand their rubbish. Yes, they don't mind calling themselves a bunch of rotten brains too. I mean. i am one of them.
Such people, when they meet, are bound to talk, Yes, and they use words to communicate. Then what follows is 'the' conversation for psychologists to research upon, mindless to laugh at, literaturates to pull their hair out for, and readers to ponder, why they're continuing to do so.
That conversation might begin with the simpleton's greetings, 'complex' minds bringing to fore their ideas of the world, and the confused lot taking the entire rigmarole to gibberish heights.
They are all trying to talk and make their point, as they want others to know what they are. Well the fact is. they end up talking so much, that words lose their paths and vex up mid-way. Nobody really gets any other person's words, as Lisnting is as important a virtue as talking, just as the reader for a writer. They never understand each other, and continue to be that way, all delusionals thinking they're in a conversation. Did words ever made sense to them? Was communication ever a two-way process?
Does this sound familiar?
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