Lost in Translation

Have you ever wanted to tell someone something so badly that it hurt, but you knew that if you told them, nothing would come of it, or they wouldn't understand? And then you decide, against your better judgement, to tell them anyways and, just like you thought, the crap hit the fan and it all flew back in your face? Yeah, that sucks...

But which is better, keeping your mouth closed, never letting this person know what you want them to know, and hurting forever for keeping it back, or telling them what you need to, only to find out they didn't want to hear what you had to say and you're in a worse place for it? It's a choice of the lesser of two evils. You can be in pain and keep the relationship in its original state, or you can let it all out and risk hurting the relationship.

Sometimes you tell your friends something, and it goes fine in your head, but when it comes out something gets lost in translation and what you thought to be something trivial is taken in the wrong way and is blown into something way bigger and uglier than you ever meant it to be. Our words have minds of their own...and they're on steroids.

There is a broken connection somewhere between my mind and my mouth, and I don't know who to call to fix it. I mean, what would I tell my plumber, "Hey, how do I fix a leaky brain?" Or would I tell my electrician, "Do I have an off switch somewhere? Because it seems as though my filter is broken..." They would think I was crazy if I asked questions like that. But sometimes I really do wonder.

Like in those movies, where the main guy sees his dream girl and he knows the best pickup line that would have her drooling all over him (figuratively), and yet when he goes over to her, all that comes out is...poop. That guy, that geek who never gets the girl because of his big mouth...that's me.

So what am I getting at? I have no clue. All I know is that I wish I could get my point across sometimes, especially with the opposite sex. Don't get me wrong, I'm a great communicator of the little things, it's just the big things that I wish I could get out in a less awkward way. Maybe I'll find a speech doctor in the yellow pages...let me go check!