Yesterday, headed over to Red's for a lobster dinner with some of our friends. Never cooked lobster before, so this was a nice learning experience.
Me: "Let's name this one Charles."
The long weekend has been catching up with good friends, a lot of Netflix streaming, and satisfying lethargy. I attempted a go at doing some laundry, but a lack of quarters put a halt to things before they could even begin.
Red and me started in on a discussion before the others arrived, but wisely switched into more enjoyable conversation instead.
Me: "You know you're not supposed to be doing that."
Red: "I know. But can we not talk about that now? Can we talk about it another time?"
Me: "Yes."
It's alright to be lazy, at least, for a small amount of time; we could all do for more attention to respites. Life isn't Degrassi Junior High, or the latest Mandy Moore romantic comedy - we don't need the big talks or the screaming matches to communicate with one another.
90% of communication is what you choose to hear.
The words, the person speaking, that's a small percentage of things - most of the time, whoever you're talking with, already knows your words, and already knows where you're going with it. Going on a tirade is simply verbal masturbation.
Look at it this way:
You like your friends, and being that they're your friends, you probably respect them and enjoy their company. If you're anything like me, you don't respect or enjoy the company of idiots. So, in poor philosophical analysis, you respect your friends, and they're not idiots. Ergo, whatever you have to say to them, they probably already know. You can add that 10%, but why bother?
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Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack
Ending Note: Charles was damn tasty.
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