/lit/ - Literature

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This exchange is in itself a good example of how dialogue often works. It is not two lucid creatures speaking with each other, it is two creatures who are stuck in their own little worlds and can only glimpse a small aspect of the other strange creature that is speaking, and so, what happens actually happens in a conversation is that each speaker really only speaks to and about themselves and what they say sort of relates to what the other person said, but not quite. It is not like two trains crashing together but like two trains going side by side in opposite directions, or like that picture of Vin Diesel and the Rock where they are both looking past each other due to the staging of the shot, though they are supposed to be talking directly to each other (which I believe is itself a misconception, and that these actors were, indeed, actually supposed to look like they were looking past each other, and it then became an out of context meme that this was somehow a vanity shot to protect Vin Diesel from having to stand next to the Rock and expose how much shorter he actually is, and this little factoid is in itself another example of things are shifted as they pass from one to another and meaning is corrupted and reimbued by the receiver; if I have misremembered this fact and gotten it all completely wrong then this is actually a twice filtered little example of how often communication is actually miscommunication, and that what people say actually very rarely relates to the topic they have decided to speak on, but rather what they say fills in an aspect of that character by showing people in relief against the backdrop of all the information they did not grasp and all the ways they misconstrued and veered away from what was actually said).

>Timmy hears a shout in the background. Dinner's ready, Timmy! he hears. It's his mother calling. Timmy runs back to the house, but there is no dinner, no one in the kitchen. Upstairs he hears his mother moaning, groaning, shouting loudly as her bedframe bangs against the wall: Gimme, Teddy! Gimme! When he goes to school the next day and his teacher goes around the class asking each student in turn what they had for dinner last night, Timmy stands up furious, his chair falling over as he throws his desk aside. Fuck you, Miss! he shouts, and runs out the classroom while the teacher stands there by the chalkboard, stunned, and the class begins to break out in giggles.

People don't always react the way they may be expected to if we read each conversation as though they were speaking to each other logically and focused solely on the given topic. People can have all sorts of things in their head when they enter a conversation, and sometimes what they say is more about that internal dialogue they are having with themselves than anything the other person may have said. I forgot what exactly I was replying to probably 10 or 15 minutes ago when I think I started to type out this reply.