I don’t cotton to everything I read or hear. However, I’ll concede, there’s always the chance that something within my sphere of sight and sound could plant a seed into my subconscious mind, and I could end up self-fulfilling whatever it was that I heard or read. So when I recently found out that Mercury was in retrograde until around November 20, and one of the ways it’s supposed to negatively impact us is in the area of communication, I admit, I was skeptical and kind of blew it off. PUH-LEEZE!
However, right now I’m re-thinking my snap judgment based upon the following.
Some questions just lead to other questions and…headaches…and painting oneself into a corner. Take for example the conversation that Ryan, David and I had last week —
Ryan: Did Grandma always think she was right?
Me: Yes. Yes, she did.
Ryan: Do parents always think they’re right?
Me: I think most people think that what they say and do is right.
Ryan: So Grandma was always right.
Me: No. But she thought she was and she was right most of the time.
Ryan: Are kids expected to believe that their parents are always right?
Me: No. But kids aren’t always right either.
Ryan: When did you find out Grandma wasn’t always right?
Me: Well, when I grew up, I guess, and learned a few things for myself.
Ryan: So you were right and she was wrong?
Me: Weeeelllll.…I think she was right about a lot more things than I gave her credit for when I was younger.
Ryan: So parents are always right?
Me: No. I think they try to be but sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes they are, though. What about you? Don’t you think that what you say and do is right? Otherwise, why say or do it?
Ryan: No. I try to be right but my brain always tells me I’m wrong.
Me: That sucks. I hate when my brain is being mean to me like that. Do you tell that part of your brain that it’s wrong for telling you you’re wrong?
David: *nervous chuckle*
Ryan: I’ve tried. It just tells me I’m wrong for telling it that it’s wrong when it tells me I’m wrong. So I guess it’s right. I’m wrong.
Me: Right. That’s a tough one. That reminds me of the blog post I was reading from the guy who was judging others for judging others. Only I’m not sure he knew he was judging others. I was amused anyway.
Ryan: Why is that?
Me: Why was I amused?
Ryan: No. Why was he judging others?
Me: Ryan, probably because he thought he was right. Listen, I’m not sure, but I think I might be wrong about everything we just talked about. You might want to ask David, though. He could probably explain all of this better than I can. Also, I need some Advil. That I know I’m right about. *starting to rub my temples*
Ryan: Am I giving you a headache, Mother?
Me: *now rubbing my eyes* OH FUUUU….nny, you should ask, son. Nope. I think it’s just the change in weather. That’s all.
Me: DAVID? Do you think you could help Ryan out? *me giving my husband a rescue-me-and-take-over-right-now look*
David: * frowning and mouthing “No” to me out of Ryan’s line of sight*
Me: *me smiling at David as I hand Ryan’s questioning baton off to him*
David: Ryan, listen, let me think about this and I’ll get back to you. Okay? Let’s watch some TV right now. How about a little Monk? *gives me a look of superiority as he puts Monk on for Ryan*
The End…for now
I dunno. Was this coincidence? Self-fulfilling prophecy? What about y’all? Have you had any weird communication problems or breakdowns that come to mind when you said the wrong thing or misunderstood something or got caught up in a conversation that you wish you hadn’t? I mean, just since Halloween? Though if you have any communication breakdown stories that come to mind that happened before Halloween, I’d love to hear those too!
Music from the mighty Led Zeppelin, y’all ~
And just because it’s Monday and we’re discussing miscommunications, etc. ~ I heard this song Saturday night on Coast to Coast and thought it might have been Jack White. Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s mistakenly thought this. Turns out this is Leopold and His Fiction. Up until last night, I never knew this group existed. Right now, I can’t get enough of this song. Also, if I ever get another male cat — David says, “No. Not going to happen.” — I’m naming him Leopold, David! And yeah, it could happen…because cats happen, David!
Sparkle on and have a great week, you wayward badasses!