My life has been a series of misunderstandings.
I won’t say that I am misunderstood.. my opening statement is dramatic enough right.. plus I’m not sure it’s true that I’m misunderstood. Perhaps everyone understands me very well. Mostly it’s that I misunderstand everyone else. And it has been this way from the very beginning.
At around 7 years of age I used to watch a show, probably on PBS, in which the host would teach basic sign language.* At then end of the show, the host would say, “Bye for now” and make a sign. So, I thought the sign meant, “Bye for now”.
It does not.
In fact, the sign she made means, “I love you.”
I found this out in a very unfortunate way for a 7-year old boy: I was in an argument with a 7-year old girl. We were on a bus, she in the row behind me. I have no idea what we were arguing about, but I know that we didn’t particularly care for one another, and I...
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