Ever had a conversation with someone and having no context for the content of their words, felt them hitting the wall of your brain and sliding right down to pool on the ground? Damn that Teflon. On the other side of the brain, conversing wherein you share consonance and context, even the most deliciously abstract concepts bury themselves in those little Velcro tendrils, nevermore to stray. Bliss.
My brain seems to enjoy a happy schizophrenia between the two hemispheres, Velcro and Teflon. I continue to try hard to remind myself to manage to my Teflon side, and seek context. Likewise, when speaking, I work to remember to provide context. Sometimes, it's just not possible. When I'm speaking at a graduate level and my listener hasn't started school on a given topic, yea, I can hear the blobs of prospective knowledge hitting, SPLAT! and sliding down, down, down.
The angst I feel when I have a Teflon moment inspires me to continue my commitment to seeking and providing context. If only we all had the patience to unpack those things about which we speak.
Yea, not likely.
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