That’s the last sentence in my horoscope for today. As advice that’s actually applicable to my present situation, it’s pretty damn sage.
“Don’t retreat until you know that you’ve been heard.”
But I’m going to retreat anyway. Because I’ve been paying attention to how you all respond—and specifically, the things to which you respond when you do, if you respond. If that information, coupled with today’s other interactions, is any indication of anything all, it’s that you don’t, won’t, or can’t listen. I could be screaming my lungs out over here, and you’d be totally oblivious (By the way, I am, and you are).
So there’s no point in me going hoarse just to try and see if any tympanal activity registers above the incessant drone of current trending topics. Those of you who do think that you might hear something will
- Immediately tune it back out (either because it doesn’t pertain to you and only you, or because you cannot turn it to something that does pertain to you, and, therefore, it isn’t important).
- Immediately conclude I am crying wolf (because, obviously, if it doesn’t pertain to you, it isn’t real and, therefore, it isn’t important).
Meanwhile, I’m covered in claw marks.
You can see why I choose to retreat. Or maybe you can’t. Maybe you’re turning a blind eye to go with your deaf ear.