Why is it that when we communicate we are so so so often talking about communicating? Why don't you tell me something? For example, are you in danger of burning up again? Y would like to know the answer to that.
Y notice that whenever Y let you know something important about myself that Y never told you before, you just go on as if nothing has happened. Y wonder if you are trying to be polite, like how people try not to notice if someone has lipstick on her teeth. Y have let you in on some details about my life that many would find shocking ( shocking, ha ha ) and you never say a word, or ask for more info, or anything. This is part of the back and forth of everyday relating that Y so miss with you. Add it to the cues, voice inflections, body language (let me hear your body talk, your body talk....) that Y already complained about missing and it adds up to some frustration on my end. Y wonder what would happen if Y said, "Really, darling, you should know I am a man." Guess Y will never find out, because Y won't say that since Y am not a man. Plus everyone knows Y hate men. (Y don't really hate men but people are always telling me Y do.)
You are very busy, we can all see how much work you do. And then there is the work you do that you don't let us (or is it just me?) know about. The point is, Y am not asking for more of your time than you are willing or able to give me. But can it please be -ahem- quality time?
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