Coffee … Coffee … Coffee … Coffee … I’m thinking that good coffee helps communication.
I stop by a particular coffee-place, and it’s good coffee, and it is one of many franchises of a successful chain.“Vente’ drip, please …” “Room for cream?” “Yes, please.”
No big deal. Just go over to the little place that has the sugar / splendiferous / raw sugar / half-and-half (which half is which?) / etc … and pour out the excess in the trash … and just move on. My first cup of coffee in the morning is black, which is helping with hair restoral, as long as it strong enough.
As I interact with folks daily, here are some, but not all, scenarios:
- I speak, someone listens;
- I speak, no one really listens;
- I speak, someone listens but does not listen well;
- I speak to myself, and I use to care if someone sees me / hears me … hoping they don’t think I am experiencing psychosis, but so what if I was doing psychosis? There are countless brilliant, enjoyable, people who do psychosis;
- I don’t speak, but I listen;
- I don’t speak, and I don’t listen, and I may not know why;
- I don’t speak, and I am very attentive and it’s not difficult because I am intrigued by what they are saying;
I used to get a sharp pain in my eye when I drank hot, black, coffee. So I went to the Dr. He was a good Dr. He said, “You need to take the spoon out of the cup (before you sip the coffee). That was money well spent.