I stand behind the yellow line at security check as the tired security lady (or whatever you call them) ushers the passengers into the dubious curtain clad cubicle. It’s my turn now and I walk in hurriedly, as I can see someone tampering with my laptop on the other end of the X-ray machine.
The lady starts smothering me with the horrid beeping device. She then scans over a necklace I’m wearing, smiles the sweetest smile, and says, “Vary nice!”. I’m happy because I designed it.
This is when it struck me that, in the world that we choose to live in, we are bludgeoned into paying attention to words and verbal assaults we cannot evade. We sometimes forget to say the right things and, most of all, we forget about the things we want to hear — a simple thank you or a simple compliment from a stranger.
I have a disease that leads me to talk incessantly, weaving seamlessly from one varied topic to another. I can go on and on, but often, in a very serious situation that urgently requires a quick retort or a snide or effective comeback, I start mumbling incoherently and all my words run into each other and what comes out of my mouth sounds like an enormous verbal car crash.
Is it just me or have we been so exposed to saying and hearing so many pointless things, that when it really counts, we find that our intentions are lost in translation?
We forget that no amount of spoken comfort can make up for a warm pat on the back, that sometimes a heartfelt hug is better than saying sorry. We forget that actions can most certainly speak louder than words and we really need to remember to say the right things at the right time.
The right words go a long way. So, next time I see something worth talking about, I’m going to. When I see something not worth wasting time on, I’m going to talk about something else, because God knows there’s a lot of good stuff lost in the clutter!