So, it has been a while since I wrote a fair blog. In all honesty, I do not know what to write. Life has been…good. Not great, but good. I have few complaints. Work is work…. Same ole same ole really. People doing drugs and becoming psychotic zombies, the drunk homeless looking for a place to crash while busting your balls the entire way, and then we get the very few who utilize the E.D. for mental health purposes. That is unchanged and will probably continue to be for the next fifty years.
School is still postponed. While I am happy and ecstatic to report that while my internship was terminated it was found to be terminated for WRONGFUL cause. Essentially, I filled a major complaint behind my termination and won. I did not do anything wrong than speak up for the little guy and of course big corporate did not like that and made a false claim to get me removed. That is how you “handle problems”. Fortunately for me I have a big mouth and a bad temperament when it comes to joshing me around. Little dogs still bite…. So, I am pleased to have that handled and in the favor of the little guys and psychiatric patients whom I defended against poor psychiatric treatment. It is the little wins that make the trip worth it. Even though the big goal will take a whole lot more than a little dog and small bites. Restructuring the health care industry is the big goal. And I have no idea where to start. But making a stand against bad practice in my community is a win in my book. I am seeking an internship through my own hospital that will hopefully be more accommodating to my night schedule and will be with people whom I respect and in return have respect from. That would be an ideal situation tbh.
My life is good. Working on my health both physical and mental, working myself hard to rebuild my savings after that terribly unfortunate accident that completely shut my life down…. That was annoying, but we are back on track for the most part. Just no more ninja warrior jazz without training. I learned that lesson.
However, as the topic states, my lingering frustrations are simple.
That is communication.
No even communication from me! I talk, a lot! If anything, I over-communicate things. I talk too much! These frustrations are from others.
Have you ever noticed? We, as a human species, SUCK, at communicating. Developed language, books, social media, writing and so many other things we created to do the job and we still SUCK at it! WHY?!
I just really struggle to grasp why and how people cannot communicate things. Ok, not really but you know what I am saying. I get sometimes we struggle to find the right words; we struggle to say what is on our mind due to fear of offending and rudeness. The thing is…. I think if you must think and rethink and then rethink the rethink you lose track of the message.
“Respect is earned, honesty is appreciated, love is gained, and loyalty is returned”- Melanie Jensen.
Getting people to be honest and simply just communicate something appears to be so much harder than necessary anymore. Am I alone in this? It is like, when did we become so afraid to tell people the truth on things? Maybe rejection based? Maybe the world really did become soft. Constructive criticism has become a moment of Karen’s. Why would you not want to hear what you are doing wrong to better improve on it? It is a method of tact but when you do something it is nice to know so you can do better. Then again, maybe I am far too logical minded than emotional……. Man up and fix your shit is what I say but that is also aggressive….
In short. I am just frustrated when communicating with people, many people, professionally, intimately, personally, and publicly. Topics so shallow and narrow a caterpillar can wade through unscathed. So terrified to upset another, or to speak truly to truly us of fear of consequences. It saddens me honestly. To never really know what someone wants and needs and even feels because the language we have spent centuries developing is suddenly more jumbled than a jellybean jar. Just say how you feel. It not only helps others understand you, but it will help you feel better too. Knowing you made a point and got it off your chest. That is all really.
“Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack”- Winston Churchill.