Whats Not Said PDF Download

Do Not Resuscitate. D N R. Is this what it'll take, sticking a front yard lawn sign into the mud to get the entire world to understand I want a day off, from everything? The daily broadcasts, past, present, Orwellian future that recharges itself faster than a twenty four hour news cycle. Everything.Let's face it, whatever he says that she says that I said keeps everybody in business. Is it me or am I hearing "close enough for now" too often? Imagine the ensuing chaos, the incredibly long lines at mental health clinics across the nation if everybody settled for "close enough" and "good enough" instead of reaching for the stars. Would you want to sleep in an apartment building whose architectural framework was built on the guidelines of "good enough, for now"?I understand how trying to cross a bridge before reaching it might cause one trouble but waiting until the last possible moment to pay the tender isn't my way of ensuring a worry-free float down the river. Is it yours?Making your way through life at the speed of a sloth might work for some but, for anyone who has a liquid ounce of creative juice on the brain, skipping between the raindrops, expecting to remain dry until reaching your front doorstep, is a recipe for disaster.This book is an observational essay written with the foreknowledge that whatever I say will be repeated differently by him and, in another way, by her. Today's rules of candor, the self evident right to be yourself, have become a stage prop rigged to open up a path to dialog. Everybody wants to join the party, attendance on a resume will look good, and simply because the invitation was lost in the mail doesn't mean you're not welcome.We live in a freelance, divided state of interruption and misinterpretation. That's Not What I Said is my essay of opinions, my observations, my humorous attempt at getting you to see that as much as you want to believe we're not alike, we are. After reading this book, hearing you reach similar conclusion, of course, in your own royalty-free words in place of mine, let's hope we don't sue one another because of copy write infringement.And then what?Poof. I mean, what do you expect? You're standing in your front yard again. You know the neighbors are watching from their living room window, they can see you talking to yourself as clearly as the raindrops dripping from your nose. You don't have to hear what they're saying to one another because you've heard it before."There he goes again, that damn fool, sticking his DNR sign into the mud."He said she said I said. Still, you know they've got one thing correct. You are talking to yourself. And you already know that at the next patio barbecue they'll comment on how they saw your disheveled framework of a human being standing in the rain, muddied and mumbling nonsense to yourself exactly the way you did the last time and the time before that. Of all the neighborhoods across America you had to move into a cluster of amateur lip readers.You'll let them speak their minds, perhaps suggest that they too should write an observational essay and submit it to the local newspaper's opinion page editor. And after? When they're done editing the rain-washed words that had pooled at your feet, you give your response. "That's Not What I Said".