“The limitations of language have been ruining my life for a long time. Once I told a guy I was a ‘bleeding-heart liberal’ for him. I meant I just couldn’t help loving him, but it came off as a political statement. For a while, I also thought heroine was just a fancier word for hero, so I told another guy he reminded me of a Victorian-era heroine. I guess the real problem is that I need to stop complimenting guys.
No matter how good you are with words, it’s inevitable that meaning is lost between your mind and someone else’s. Trying to communicate is like chucking a cup of water at a thirsty person’s face. It’s better than nothing, sure, and a teaspoon of water might hit their lips, but oh, God, there’s just so much water in the grass.”
Jacqueline Novak, How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows
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