One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest…

Did you ever feel like you were in the movie and you were the star that movie? I don't mean like the animals where Eric burden sings spill the wine with WAR. I'm referring to something more like the film mentioned in the title of this post, written by Ken Kesey. As I am observing the behavior of people around me and things seem crazy it makes me wonder whether I am a member of that group and maybe even the mayor of this crazy place? All that said, I think I need to be a part of group therapy somewhere…

Communication breakdown…

What exactly is it that people are supposed understand, when they do not communicate well with each other? I was having recent conversations with a significant person in my life and we could not understand one another… i'm not sure if the breakdown was due to cultural differences or language acquisition issues, articulation & sophistication? I just don't understand  what I do understand is the truth. At least I know that much… Breaking up is hard to do. why can't we just say what we feel to begin with. To say that we care for the other person in the middle of saying goodbye or it's not you it's me does not hold any water!