Random Rant #12

Mixed messages, mixed metaphors, a mixed up life. Hear me, see me, understand me...

Understand? Under-stand? Stand under? NO, NO, NO, that's not what I want. Stand next to me, stand in front of me, stand behind me, stand by me, don't stand under or above me!

At first words don't come easy, but once they start, they flow.... flow... low... blow... glow... slow... such a small difference between glow and blow. Letters make all the difference. A small letter can change your life. A missing letter can destroy you...

Communications are interpreted in the way that best suits the receiver. Even if you try to be objective, it's impossible to remove the filter of who you are from the input you receive. Bottom up but top down at the same time. Even seeing, even hearing, always top down as well. Maybe that's what IQ tests measure. Maybe that's what autistic people lack....

lack... flack... slack... black.. alack!

Alack! Alas! an empty glass
sitting on the grass
being crass

I always loved alliteration
it seems to ease my agitation
it almost moves me to elation

Elation is a feeling I have sorely missed, I feel as if I'm shrouded in mist.
If what I'm writing makes no sense,




So what?