Articulation Tribulations

Do you find conversations hard to maintain when one utilizes interesting vocabularies that the other(s) involved in the discussion have little or no understanding of?

You know...when one uses "big words".

Or does one find that linguistic gymnastics are sometimes required to articulate collaborating points when addressing a dissertation about an inquisitive topic when others have trouble reaching an agreement?

In other words…finding the right words to politely end the argument?

Sure one could just nod in passive acknowledgement with a “Yes, yes – quite right…say, how about the weather we've been having?” directing a more mute topical shift.  Or yes indeed, one could simply announce a statement of “You sir are a buffoon!” and proceed to walk away into the other direction.

But more often than not, do you...like me, feel obliged to proceed into a flurry of words in order to prove some point, that clearly has become an exceptional necessity to establish, before one can end the discussion politely or otherwise?

Well…if you answered that with the affirmative; may I offer an extension of endearing heart felt sympathies towards you and your inter-personal conversational involvements with others.

However if you have no idea what the hell is going on in this post; I shall end by saying ever so politely..."Isn't spring just wonderful!"

Regards
David Innes
Perth in Western Australia

Polite Reflections of Captain Hindsight

Having a moment of quiet reflection, looking back at the history of ones existence with mature, aged and refined eyes, we pause to contemplate..."honestly, what the jumping kangaroos expletive, was I thinking?!"

Ah, the magnificence of hindsight...

"It seemed like a good idea at time", we might say to consul ourselves. Or alternatively, and perhaps more harshly, one can be tempted to blurt "My goodness, I was an idiot" as if one is now non-idiot-able.

Yes, the comforting tones of blame. "Had that not been, it would not have been!" we'll scream in defiant judgement, cleansing ourselves of the folly.

But why do we entertain conversations with hindsight? Can we really rely on the superhero of "should have known better" to help improve our future selves from folly and errs?

Afterall, where was the bastard during those moments we now regret?

Oh sure, he has all the wisdom of answers now...but how does that help? And no doubt, when one makes future reflective mistakes, the bloody blighter wont be there either! No, as usual he'll swoop down to save the day after the day has long gone and inform us of how he would have done it better.

Well balls to you sir. Balls I say!