Misunderstanding
I enjoy writing. I have always enjoyed writing. I was not always understood when I wrote, but that never stopped me from writing. I am reminded of some homework assignments in grade school where the teacher just missed the whole point of the assignment… at least, that was the way I saw it. There was a misunderstanding.
I also find my writing can be misunderstood today, just as it was when I was in grade school. Although some might argue this point, I do believe I am a little more mature. Yet still there are those emails going out to my co-workers and the IM’s (instant messenger) where someone reads something completely different than I intended to write. I think it boils down to others trying to read between the lines. I always think my writing is clear – straight forward – nothing hidden. I don’t write with a hidden agenda, I state it as clear as I can to avoid being misunderstood. Doesn’t work.
I have learned when I am writing in programs or macros, I need to take my CAPS LOCK off when I switch to IM or email. If I use all caps in IM or emails, I come across as yelling or shouting. Who came up with that? I’m not shouting or yelling, I’m writing an email and trying to communicate an idea to someone. There must be a misunderstanding.
Some of my coworkers use the shortcuts in IM and emails, such as “r u there” instead of “Are you there?” Call me old fashion, but I prefer to spell things out the way I write my novels. Unfortunately, this comes across wrong to some people because I’m taking too long to write. I should write shorter and abbreviate. Hmmm… no way that would cause any misunderstandings.
So then I come to the question: Whom do I write for? If I write a novel, a note, an email, or an IM, what it my purpose to write? Ok, one purpose is to communicate, though the underlining purpose is always my love to write. No matter what I am writing, be it a greeting card or a grocery list, I like to see the flow of words and the letters. If you do not know this love, then you will most likely misunderstand it.
Now, left to my own misunderstandings, I can only turn to my Creator to guide me and illuminate the path for me. He is the One who made me this way and gave me the love to write. He also gave me a warning, telling me that because of Him, the world would misunderstand me.
I can look at being misunderstood as a distraction, a burden, and frustrating. Or, I can look as being misunderstood as a blessing, a freedom, and a gift, for I know there is One who does understand me and everything I write. To Him who understands and made me who I am, I give thanks.