{"id":3867,"date":"2009-07-27T03:19:09","date_gmt":"2009-07-27T08:19:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=3867"},"modified":"2009-07-27T03:19:09","modified_gmt":"2009-07-27T08:19:09","slug":"what-we-say-what-we-mean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/what-we-say-what-we-mean\/","title":{"rendered":"What We Say, What We Mean"},"content":{"rendered":"

Calvin says: “Here comes that new girl. Hey, Susie Derkins, is that your face or is a possum stuck in your collar? I hope you suffer a debilitating brain aneurism, you freak!” <\/em> Hobbes knows he means “She *cute*, isn’t she?” <\/em> And we can all relate to the memorable balcony scene in Annie Hall<\/a> with Diane Keaton and Woody Allen’s real thoughts seen in thought-bubble subtitles at the bottom of the screen as they carry on absurd, small-talk about photography:<\/p>\n

Alvy: So, did you do those photographs in there, or what?<\/span>
\nAnnie: Yeah, yeah, I sort of dabble around, you know. <\/span>(Subtitle: I dabble? Listen to me – what a jerk.)<\/em><\/span>
\nAlvy: They’re wonderful. They have a quality… \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (Subtitle: You are a great – looking girl.)<\/em><\/span>
\nAnnie: Well, I would like to take a serious photography course. <\/span>(Subtitle: He probably thinks I’m a yo-yo.)<\/em><\/span>
\nAlvy: (pretentiously) Photography’s interesting because, you know, it’s a new form, and a set of aesthetic criteria have not emerged yet. \u00a0\u00a0 (Subtitle: I wonder what she looks like naked.)<\/em><\/span>
\nAnnie : You mean whether it’s a good photo or not? <\/span>(Subtitle: I’m not smart enough for him.)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

We’ve all seen that in action.\u00a0 I was reminded of that today when I was reading comments to one of my Facebook posts. I usually make a lot of posts about what I am working on during the day with the magazine, and what healthy foods <\/a>I am eating.\u00a0 Earlier this week I posted: For safety sake, when I make Facebook posts, I never say I’m about to go somewhere so no one (really) knows my schedule. If I say I’m headed out, I likely just returned.<\/span><\/em>
\nThese are the comments I’ve gotten so far:<\/p>\n

Barbara Nowak: <\/span>What a wise woman!<\/em>
\nEsther Seymour-Vogenitz:<\/span> Smart!<\/em>
\nSharon B: <\/span>Hmmm, so when you say broccoli, is that really a code for cheetos?<\/em>
\nPete Hitlin: <\/span>Sharon, you may be on to something. I believe I shall be using such a code!<\/em>
\nLounge-a Rama:<\/span> I like it to! Ripe avocado= warm chocolate chip cookies:D<\/em>
\nDale Yeager:<\/span> Fresh fruit = chocolate mousse<\/em>
\nSharon B:<\/span> Doing magazine layout = watching Judge Judy<\/em>
\nPete Hitlin: <\/span>Meditating=plotting revenge on Sharon<\/em><\/p>\n

These guys had me cracking up.\u00a0 I thought how often do I say a particular thing, although we all know it isn’t so.\u00a0 One of my favorite lines to escape a phone conversation with friends (once it has reached the pointless stage) is: “I think I hear my mother calling me.”\u00a0 That is our signal that I love them, but I’ve had it with the phone call.\u00a0 Mom, of course, left her body years ago.<\/p>\n

My mom was also a good one for euphemism.\u00a0 Ever the diplomat, she taught me early on to say I had to “powder my nose” when I was going to the rest room; that it was “my time” when I had menstrual cramps.\u00a0 It was confusing, however, when I heard her say it was my grandmother’s time<\/em> as she lay dying.\u00a0 I thought, “Jeez to be dying of old age and have cramps, too, what a drag.”\u00a0 Yes, growing up, there was a lot that was unsaid and a lot of confusing euphemism, but as a kid I didn’t pay all that much attention to what I didn’t know.\u00a0 And there was lots I didn’t know.<\/p>\n

One thing I always had a hard time with was when I wanted to break up with someone, because all my partners were really neat guys.\u00a0 I historically have a pattern of 3 years in, I’m done and want to be alone again, <\/em>no matter how much I love someone and am compatible with them.\u00a0 I tell them directly how I feel and even used to tell them ahead of time that I anticipated it – yeah, bad move, that.\u00a0 But somehow they thought that there was a hidden meaning or hidden person, behind the words I said.\u00a0 They thought there was something wrong with them.\u00a0 But there wasn’t.<\/em> They thought there was someone else.\u00a0 There wasn’t. <\/em> They thought I didn’t love them.\u00a0 I did.<\/em><\/p>\n

It took me a lot of years to realize that nothing I say is going to convince anyone of anything.\u00a0 All I can do is speak my truth and live my truth and know that those who end up alongside me are those I am in vibrational resonance with.\u00a0 And for those people, we will all know that, no matter what words we speak, we know the hidden language beneath it and we’re having fun with it all.<\/p>\n

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