Mr. & Mrs. Miscommunication

For a race that has had thousands of years to understand one another, our two distinctive genders have made it alarmingly hard to comprehend one another. Like an elusive whisper on the wind, males and females almost seem designed to fit together perfectly biologically, and clash in all other aspects. That lock and key of our physicality aside, the act of thought processing, leading to our tongues and mouths formulating, then to the ear lobes receiving it all, and lastly our brains digesting it---somewhere along the way it gets transformed into a farcical game of telephone. This inability to fully grasp one another is what fuels many of the issues humans have with one another today.

Part of it lies in this inability to read minds. While it would alleviate matters greatly, it would also spawn a Pandora's box of other issues. What we must attempt to assay here is the notion that anyone in this world is capable of figuring out our thoughts at any given time--it just isn't possible to know what someone wants you to think. Our brains process information like light speed; blazing through all sorts of emotions, feelings, and the such–-yet tell me, how could anyone ever attempt to know what goes on in anything other than their own skull?

The answer lies in not bogging interaction with lies and half-truths. In doing this we throw countless road blocks along the way to our desired topic/destination. It's as though we willingly sabotage ourselves to ensure peril lines the course of our communication--as though honesty and purity of intention were the safety belt(who needs them?) of verbal interaction. Time has come to be forthright, to embrace the prospect of lowering the veil of secrecy, and in that act, perhaps simple communication won’t have to resemble the sad hilarity of two foreigners attempting to talk to one another.

The XX and XY distinguish us, yet it is in our power to bridge the gap of differences, and thus in any and all interaction, strive to conduct ourselves with some semblance of austerity. We’re only wasting one another's time by side stepping verity, and embracing the discord of fabrication. Maybe it was destined from the beginning of time for our genders to writhe eternally in the purgatory of miscommunication, yet the silver lining remains--only if we work tirelessly towards it.