be funny, get to the point
or shut up
When my children joke with, tease and criticize me I’m grateful.
Much of the time I miss the fact that they’re joking. I miss their pleasure, joy and love. I feel the sting of how clearly they see me.
Once I’ve performed a cranial anusectomy1 and I can see the combination of fear and hope in their eyes - fear that I might take offense and hope that I might laugh, I let their criticism in.
One such criticism?
I say the same things over and over again.
I explain the same stuff multiple times.
I like to tell people the same thing three or four different times in quite similar ways.
I’ll even keep them sitting in one space, speaking something I just said moments ago, explaining once again with the hopes that they will hear me.
My poor kids.
I used to think it was rude when they interrupted with an ‘I get it Dad’.
Now I realize that this is an act of desperation and an indication of someone with an injury around being heard.
I apologize for such a long letter, I didn’t have the time to write a short one. Mark Twain.
In writing over five hundred and forty Foolsletters, I’ve learned something.
Short ones get read and shared very frequently. Long ones need to be fucking funny to have the same impact.
Then there are some of those ideas that can go occupy an empty corner of an expanding universe. They can rattle around in the atmosphere like so much space junk. Perhaps one of my shitty posts might float off into the ether to knock out one of Mr. Musks’ space aged bits of atmospheric ejaculate.2
How concise can you make your communication?
What happens when you say something then stop talking?
This is an intense surgical procedure where one’s head is removed from their own ass.