Sometimes when we talk, I get to ask some questions. Sometimes you answer but oftentimes, you just stare at me. As if it were wrong of me to ask. More often than not, I ask not meaning to ridicule but in an effort to understand you better. I don't judge you by the answers you give. I just wanted to know you better.
Sometimes when we talk, I ask if I'm getting on your nerves again. You give me that sweet, sarcastic smile and tell me everything's fine. But at the same time, you tell me to shut up. I am not a loud person. I, too, sometimes have moments of solitude. I don't shout when I ask. I was merely wanting to understand.
Sometimes when we talk, I think of what to say first because it might be misconstrued again. You might get defensive again. I don't apologize for this. I ask direct questions, I don't want bullshitty answers. You don't wrap your poop in a candy wrapper, do you? But yes, I still have to be wary before I open my mouth. Because you see, I'm not here to fight.
Sometimes, when we talk, we don't talk at all. When I ask something, you don't have to answer as if I were an interviewer and you were my interviewee. Talking does not have to be an "answer and question" interaction. It doesn't have to be a debate. It doesn't have to lead to fighting. Don't you get it? We are just supposed to share ideas. We interact with our minds. We arrived at premises. We just you know, talk. Just talk.
Sometimes, we really ought to talk. I will ask questions, you see, they are inevitable. But I don't mean to ridicule. I just want to understand YOU better.
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