Let's Get Unconscious, Honey

This blog is called bedtime stories because it is one of my all time favorite Madonna songs and videos. I love the surrealism in the video version of the song and I love the background vocals chanting "Let's get unconscious, honey". It sings praises of the unconscious and it speaks out on how useless words can feel at most times. No matter how much talking we seem to exhaust our efforts on there are many times when our words seem to fall flat without meaning or cause.

"Today is the last day that I'm using words...they've gone out, lost their meaning, don't function anymore..."

That is how I feel today. I got a phone call from someone at work today that had misinterpreted an email that I had sent. They perceived this email to have an aggressive and/or abrasive tone when in fact it was in no sort meant with such intent. During our (seemingly pointless and one-sided) phone "conversation" (the quotations are assuming that a conversation is held between TWO consenting adults and not just one) I was unable to get a word in edgewise in order to defend my point of view via original email. It was not very fair. I felt like my words were useless so I chose to use none. If utilizing my words was not being effective, then I opted to use none in order to get the mission accomplished. The mission was to make it a point not to send emails as such and the lesson learned was to just pick up the phone and call instead.

I hate bearing the blunt of someone else's misgivings. It feels as if this anger that was evoked from the email was not solely based on the power of my one single email. It must have been a conglomerate of issues that had built upon one another.

I mean when you think about it...this would have meant that my email held way more power than I had ever originally intended. I think that it is funny, this emailing back and forth. You learn early on from online dating and chatting that your words or phrases can quickly be read in the totally wrong context. It is frustrating and you feel as though your lesson has been learned. We obsess over and over about our emails before actually pressing send. We read them to one another. We delete the entire thing and start over again. We even go as far as to save a rough draft and revisit this email later.

So with that said, one would think that you might recognize this delicate and sensitive form of communication and not take it too seriously when read in the wrong manner.

I don't get it.

Today is the last day that I'm using words...