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Communication Narrative
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Communication styles are interpreted so many different and personal ways that I found myself surprised on what affected me specifically. I found some very simple and reoccurring themes as my day progress most important being non-verbal communication. I spend my day considering all the subtle cues some as simple as a small child's smile to the smell of a pretty girls perfume or the proximity of where she sits.
I woke up at 8:00 am still groggy from the night before. I wasn't able to get a good night sleep since I had been drinking coffee all day and working on homework. What little sleep I had at the moment was abruptly disturbed by the sound of a small child playing on a piano. The child's age was made obvious by the randomness of the keys she pressed. After placing earplugs in my ears I was able to fall fast to sleep. It wasn't until 11:00 am that I finally chose to join the waking world. My body was the first to integrate my sense of communication by my need to wake up and urinate.
I knew that I needed to get ready for a day filled with homework. I placed my contacts in my eyes, brushed my teeth, and decided I didn't smell bad enough to warrant a shower. I headed back to my bedroom and looked around for the least dirty of my clothes scattered across the bed. I thought to myself it would be just as easy to walk to my closest where I knew there were clean clothes hanging up but then I figured whatever it's the weekend no one I know is going to see me and I'm just doing my homework.
Before I leave for Starbucks I felt it necessary to play just 30 minutes of Playstation's Assassin's Creed. The communication style of the game is relayed through quests which are assigned to you by way of maps and random characters. Some events take place in your character's memory further explaining your character's goal. I heard my phone begin to vibrate for moment then a beep alerting me the was a missed call. I wasn't about to answer my phone while on a mission. Once my mission was over I looked down and noticed it was an unknown caller and I was grateful I didn't waste my time answering the phone. It was 12:30 pm when they called felt that once I finished one more mission I could make my way to the coffee shop. It wasn't until my nephew and his friend came down stairs in the adjacent room that I realized that 30 minutes had pass since I told myself one more mission.
I could hear my nephew and his friend as they walked down the stairs into the basement. I noticed teenagers speak in mumbles and gibberish because I couldn't make out anything they were saying . I decided this would be the best time for me to finally leave the house. I wondered briefly how long would I have stayed in bed if they weren't there. My nephew sat hutched over his face inches away from the TV screen . I spoke to him "are you playing dead space 2?" To which he replied "No it's the first game. The new one doesn't come out until this Tuesday I have to get it or else." I talked to him a little about the first game without giving away the ending. I heard bellowing from the 2nd floor "TOMMY!!! AND MIKE YOU HAVE TO GET READY!!" It was my sister my family tends to communicate through yelling the most basic instructions. Curious I asked my nephew what the occasion was? He explained to me he and the entire family will be going to a Wolves game.
For a moment I thought to myself no one asked me if I wanted to go to a Wolves game and I felt excluded once again. If they gave me the chance I would have said no because I had a ton of homework to do. The truth is the thought of spending the entire day with them would be like being eating at an expensive restaurant with a person who never learned how to eat with their mouth closed or how to use a napkin.
My nephew's friend was looking at the ground bored waiting to leave. I turned to him and said "hey Mike how's it going?" In a low quite voice "I'm good how have things been going for you? I told him I had been busy drinking 40s and busting caps with my homies. He smiled and laughed a little. After putting on what felt like 60 pounds of clothing on I proceeded up stairs when I realized that I left something in my room. I took off my backpack, coat, jacket sweatshirt and t-shirt just so I could wear in addition to everything else a v-neck sweater and also a long sleeve t-shirt. I felt the need to convey how cool I am in the event I saw a girl I thought was pretty.
I headed back upstairs stomping my feet a little to indicate the weight of gear I had on, it was joke to make myself laugh. I walked into the kitchen and saw that my nephew was microwaving left over Taco Bell. I imaged the amount of time I've spent in the bathroom after eating Taco Bell and for a brief and strange moment I thought I could go for some Taco Bell. I decided the consequences weren't worth the desire.
In the family room I heard my niece speaking in garbled toddler talk the kind where you can only identify maybe 3 words out the hundreds spilling out. My mom was attempting to dress my niece in stretchy nylons tangled at her feet. I felt uncomfortable being in a room where a small child was dressing. I started my way to the door when my mom commanded me to stay. I asked her "Why so I can watch her poor Lhasa Apso (small annoying dog) shiver?" The dog received a hair cut the previous day to which she rewarded me with a nice pile of crap in front of my room . My mother replied "No you have to check out Morgan in her new Bears outfit."
Seeing Morgan and my mom struggling to put on her clothes my sister beckoned "Morgan come here sweetie" The dog most have thought she was talking to her and came instead. I laughed and told her "I think your aim is a little off Kris." Morgan walked across the room like a penguin her feet shuffled on the floor tangled in the tights.
After my sister corrected the issue Morgan ran to me to show off her new outfit a Bears sweater with a little orange and blue skirt. I bent down to her and lifted her up and thought that she would offset the weight of the backpack. Her face was slightly crusted in milk. I thought about her the following day as I was making revisions to this paper I really hope that was milk. She wrapped her tiny little arms around my neck as I said to her "who's the most adorable person in the room? She pointed to me and said "you". I smiled leaned in pretended to eat her face and jokingly said "no you are" with a smile I placed her on the ground .
My mother asked Morgan to come back to her so she could comb her hair. I proceeded to leave telling everyone in the room to have a good time at the game. My mother whose nature is to be easily annoyed exclaimed "Morgan sit still so I can brush your hair!!" That was my moment to engage in my favorite past time irritating my mom. I asked Morgan "you're not going to give Uncle Jason a hug and kiss goodbye?" My attempt to agitate failed since my Mother held onto her in a way to prevent her from leaving her side. I left the house saying "bye Mom, see ya Kris, bye Monk (which is short for Monkey a nickname I gave my nephew Tommy), see ya Mike. With a sweet and slightly sad voice I told Morgan goodbye. I lingered for about half a minute by the door in hopes she would yell "Uncle Jason don't go" like my nephews once did when they were little children.
Once in my car I turned on the radio the song playing was Highway to Hell. I had no choice I had to turn up the radio it was ACDC after all. The strange thing about me is even though I enjoyed the song I was still inclined to change the station just to see if there was anything else on. Once my song was over I called my ex-wife since it had been a while since the last time I spoke to her "Hi Amies it's Jay, just calling to see how you are? Give me a call back, love you bye." After leaving my message for Amy I called my friend Moose. Moose is 6'2 and a little heavy set. He earned the nickname when he tackled another friend in football. The only thing this friend said when he finally gained the ability to stand was "I feel like I just got hit by a moose." Moose now in his late twenties is an over the road truck driver whose is currently driving with a trainee . "Hey man how's its going?" I asked he said "I'm doing great its 75 degrees out and I'm watching the game in naked thinking of you" I asked Moose about his trainee Coke Bottles the nickname given on account of his thick glasses and his inability to drive a semi-truck. He told me he hadn't seen him since 9 am and that he didn't care if he came back. Moose's delivery was in Mexico that day. We talked about the worm in tequila bottles and how neither of us would eat it. I told him that I thought it looked like a maggot. I pulled into Starbucks and continued to talk but soon decided that I should get to studying since I was getting peculiar looks by a woman sitting across the room . I explained to him I needed to get started with homework and I would call him back when I take a break.
I knew what I planned on drinking but I still found myself looking at the menu. Once I made my selection the clerk yelled the order to his co-workers standing right next to him as if they were 30 feet away . After sitting down I listened to the conversation another woman was having on her cell phone. She was speaking with someone to whom she was about to meet. Minutes later a man entered and pleasantries were made. "You're not home watching the game?" she said. The man then replied "I couldn't watch it my daughter is moving and she boxed up the plasma." She drinks from the cup and makes some joke about weather. She's much older than him and from the context of the conversation I suspected they are involved with some sort of church group. I left for a smoke and then to go to Home Depot for some heated socks.
When entering Home Depot I asked the first person I saw if they had any heated socks. An older gentleman sweeping the floor continued to look down preoccupied with what he was doing. In a raspy voice he said to me they don't have anything liked that. From his lack of interest in my question I determined our conversation was done. I proceeded to walk the isles anyway in case he was wrong but mostly to see if there were any pretty girls. As I headed to the exit I noticed a TV close to the exit. The game score Green Bay 14 Bears 0 I leave disappointed. My head hung low not because of the game but because the sun was in my eyes as it was approaching dusk. The parking lot was virtually empty. I pulled out of my space startled by the car that nearly hit me. Annoyed I muttered to myself "Really? Really?... What an asshole!"
When I returned to the coffee shop I noticed the two people I was observing were laughing and caring away. In the beginning of their conversation she welcomed him with a hug and then leaned back into her chair by the end of the conversation they sat forward engaged in what they were talking about. As I found today my favorite form of communication has to be nonverbal . The answers to how people feel and what they are truly thinking is in the subtle details she seemed interested in him. I continued to write as they left 30 minutes later I went outside to smoke were one of the staff was already smoking. I looked over to him and said "okay you'll be Jay and I'll be Silent Bob." He chuckled a little even though the joke was awful. I asked if he knew the name of the clerk inside since when I first walked in he called me by name and I just called him Captain Jack. The man replied "no I'm just filling in for today normally I work at the Starbuck's in Dominick's." We continued to make small talk about the game and the differences between customers at this location verse the other.
When I sat back down inside I watched as a crew began to clean the store. I was surprised to hear them talking about their favorite types of coffee to make and drink. My thoughts were if I worked at a coffee shop the last thing I would care to speak of would be coffee . Since they were cleaning up I felt I should check on the internet what time they close which as it turns out to be 8:00 pm. It was 6:30 at this point I was getting really tired of typing. I wonder if boredom is a form of communication and if so how would you convey it? I thought okay I'm done for the day I'll go home watch The Simpsons then do my math homework later. Before I started packing my things up a pretty girl sits right next to me even though I was the only customer still there. As she sat down I noticed the strong smell of cigarettes and perfume. I wondered how I could start a conversation with her. I knew I would chicken out and say nothing at best I might smile and say nothing. Here is my question of the moment "do other people think in the same terms I do or am I unique or mundane?" Something that I hadn't reflected on is in a narrative the author's words are internalized by the reader in doing so the reader begins to understand someone else's thought. With all hope this essay helps to give a honest view of the inter-workings of me.
I woke up at 8:00 am still groggy from the night before. I wasn't able to get a good night sleep since I had been drinking coffee all day and working on homework. What little sleep I had at the moment was abruptly disturbed by the sound of a small child playing on a piano. The child's age was made obvious by the randomness of the keys she pressed. After placing earplugs in my ears I was able to fall fast to sleep. It wasn't until 11:00 am that I finally chose to join the waking world. My body was the first to integrate my sense of communication by my need to wake up and urinate.
I knew that I needed to get ready for a day filled with homework. I placed my contacts in my eyes, brushed my teeth, and decided I didn't smell bad enough to warrant a shower. I headed back to my bedroom and looked around for the least dirty of my clothes scattered across the bed. I thought to myself it would be just as easy to walk to my closest where I knew there were clean clothes hanging up but then I figured whatever it's the weekend no one I know is going to see me and I'm just doing my homework.
Before I leave for Starbucks I felt it necessary to play just 30 minutes of Playstation's Assassin's Creed. The communication style of the game is relayed through quests which are assigned to you by way of maps and random characters. Some events take place in your character's memory further explaining your character's goal. I heard my phone begin to vibrate for moment then a beep alerting me the was a missed call. I wasn't about to answer my phone while on a mission. Once my mission was over I looked down and noticed it was an unknown caller and I was grateful I didn't waste my time answering the phone. It was 12:30 pm when they called felt that once I finished one more mission I could make my way to the coffee shop. It wasn't until my nephew and his friend came down stairs in the adjacent room that I realized that 30 minutes had pass since I told myself one more mission.
I could hear my nephew and his friend as they walked down the stairs into the basement. I noticed teenagers speak in mumbles and gibberish because I couldn't make out anything they were saying . I decided this would be the best time for me to finally leave the house. I wondered briefly how long would I have stayed in bed if they weren't there. My nephew sat hutched over his face inches away from the TV screen . I spoke to him "are you playing dead space 2?" To which he replied "No it's the first game. The new one doesn't come out until this Tuesday I have to get it or else." I talked to him a little about the first game without giving away the ending. I heard bellowing from the 2nd floor "TOMMY!!! AND MIKE YOU HAVE TO GET READY!!" It was my sister my family tends to communicate through yelling the most basic instructions. Curious I asked my nephew what the occasion was? He explained to me he and the entire family will be going to a Wolves game.
For a moment I thought to myself no one asked me if I wanted to go to a Wolves game and I felt excluded once again. If they gave me the chance I would have said no because I had a ton of homework to do. The truth is the thought of spending the entire day with them would be like being eating at an expensive restaurant with a person who never learned how to eat with their mouth closed or how to use a napkin.
My nephew's friend was looking at the ground bored waiting to leave. I turned to him and said "hey Mike how's it going?" In a low quite voice "I'm good how have things been going for you? I told him I had been busy drinking 40s and busting caps with my homies. He smiled and laughed a little. After putting on what felt like 60 pounds of clothing on I proceeded up stairs when I realized that I left something in my room. I took off my backpack, coat, jacket sweatshirt and t-shirt just so I could wear in addition to everything else a v-neck sweater and also a long sleeve t-shirt. I felt the need to convey how cool I am in the event I saw a girl I thought was pretty.
I headed back upstairs stomping my feet a little to indicate the weight of gear I had on, it was joke to make myself laugh. I walked into the kitchen and saw that my nephew was microwaving left over Taco Bell. I imaged the amount of time I've spent in the bathroom after eating Taco Bell and for a brief and strange moment I thought I could go for some Taco Bell. I decided the consequences weren't worth the desire.
In the family room I heard my niece speaking in garbled toddler talk the kind where you can only identify maybe 3 words out the hundreds spilling out. My mom was attempting to dress my niece in stretchy nylons tangled at her feet. I felt uncomfortable being in a room where a small child was dressing. I started my way to the door when my mom commanded me to stay. I asked her "Why so I can watch her poor Lhasa Apso (small annoying dog) shiver?" The dog received a hair cut the previous day to which she rewarded me with a nice pile of crap in front of my room . My mother replied "No you have to check out Morgan in her new Bears outfit."
Seeing Morgan and my mom struggling to put on her clothes my sister beckoned "Morgan come here sweetie" The dog most have thought she was talking to her and came instead. I laughed and told her "I think your aim is a little off Kris." Morgan walked across the room like a penguin her feet shuffled on the floor tangled in the tights.
After my sister corrected the issue Morgan ran to me to show off her new outfit a Bears sweater with a little orange and blue skirt. I bent down to her and lifted her up and thought that she would offset the weight of the backpack. Her face was slightly crusted in milk. I thought about her the following day as I was making revisions to this paper I really hope that was milk. She wrapped her tiny little arms around my neck as I said to her "who's the most adorable person in the room? She pointed to me and said "you". I smiled leaned in pretended to eat her face and jokingly said "no you are" with a smile I placed her on the ground .
My mother asked Morgan to come back to her so she could comb her hair. I proceeded to leave telling everyone in the room to have a good time at the game. My mother whose nature is to be easily annoyed exclaimed "Morgan sit still so I can brush your hair!!" That was my moment to engage in my favorite past time irritating my mom. I asked Morgan "you're not going to give Uncle Jason a hug and kiss goodbye?" My attempt to agitate failed since my Mother held onto her in a way to prevent her from leaving her side. I left the house saying "bye Mom, see ya Kris, bye Monk (which is short for Monkey a nickname I gave my nephew Tommy), see ya Mike. With a sweet and slightly sad voice I told Morgan goodbye. I lingered for about half a minute by the door in hopes she would yell "Uncle Jason don't go" like my nephews once did when they were little children.
Once in my car I turned on the radio the song playing was Highway to Hell. I had no choice I had to turn up the radio it was ACDC after all. The strange thing about me is even though I enjoyed the song I was still inclined to change the station just to see if there was anything else on. Once my song was over I called my ex-wife since it had been a while since the last time I spoke to her "Hi Amies it's Jay, just calling to see how you are? Give me a call back, love you bye." After leaving my message for Amy I called my friend Moose. Moose is 6'2 and a little heavy set. He earned the nickname when he tackled another friend in football. The only thing this friend said when he finally gained the ability to stand was "I feel like I just got hit by a moose." Moose now in his late twenties is an over the road truck driver whose is currently driving with a trainee . "Hey man how's its going?" I asked he said "I'm doing great its 75 degrees out and I'm watching the game in naked thinking of you" I asked Moose about his trainee Coke Bottles the nickname given on account of his thick glasses and his inability to drive a semi-truck. He told me he hadn't seen him since 9 am and that he didn't care if he came back. Moose's delivery was in Mexico that day. We talked about the worm in tequila bottles and how neither of us would eat it. I told him that I thought it looked like a maggot. I pulled into Starbucks and continued to talk but soon decided that I should get to studying since I was getting peculiar looks by a woman sitting across the room . I explained to him I needed to get started with homework and I would call him back when I take a break.
I knew what I planned on drinking but I still found myself looking at the menu. Once I made my selection the clerk yelled the order to his co-workers standing right next to him as if they were 30 feet away . After sitting down I listened to the conversation another woman was having on her cell phone. She was speaking with someone to whom she was about to meet. Minutes later a man entered and pleasantries were made. "You're not home watching the game?" she said. The man then replied "I couldn't watch it my daughter is moving and she boxed up the plasma." She drinks from the cup and makes some joke about weather. She's much older than him and from the context of the conversation I suspected they are involved with some sort of church group. I left for a smoke and then to go to Home Depot for some heated socks.
When entering Home Depot I asked the first person I saw if they had any heated socks. An older gentleman sweeping the floor continued to look down preoccupied with what he was doing. In a raspy voice he said to me they don't have anything liked that. From his lack of interest in my question I determined our conversation was done. I proceeded to walk the isles anyway in case he was wrong but mostly to see if there were any pretty girls. As I headed to the exit I noticed a TV close to the exit. The game score Green Bay 14 Bears 0 I leave disappointed. My head hung low not because of the game but because the sun was in my eyes as it was approaching dusk. The parking lot was virtually empty. I pulled out of my space startled by the car that nearly hit me. Annoyed I muttered to myself "Really? Really?... What an asshole!"
When I returned to the coffee shop I noticed the two people I was observing were laughing and caring away. In the beginning of their conversation she welcomed him with a hug and then leaned back into her chair by the end of the conversation they sat forward engaged in what they were talking about. As I found today my favorite form of communication has to be nonverbal . The answers to how people feel and what they are truly thinking is in the subtle details she seemed interested in him. I continued to write as they left 30 minutes later I went outside to smoke were one of the staff was already smoking. I looked over to him and said "okay you'll be Jay and I'll be Silent Bob." He chuckled a little even though the joke was awful. I asked if he knew the name of the clerk inside since when I first walked in he called me by name and I just called him Captain Jack. The man replied "no I'm just filling in for today normally I work at the Starbuck's in Dominick's." We continued to make small talk about the game and the differences between customers at this location verse the other.
When I sat back down inside I watched as a crew began to clean the store. I was surprised to hear them talking about their favorite types of coffee to make and drink. My thoughts were if I worked at a coffee shop the last thing I would care to speak of would be coffee . Since they were cleaning up I felt I should check on the internet what time they close which as it turns out to be 8:00 pm. It was 6:30 at this point I was getting really tired of typing. I wonder if boredom is a form of communication and if so how would you convey it? I thought okay I'm done for the day I'll go home watch The Simpsons then do my math homework later. Before I started packing my things up a pretty girl sits right next to me even though I was the only customer still there. As she sat down I noticed the strong smell of cigarettes and perfume. I wondered how I could start a conversation with her. I knew I would chicken out and say nothing at best I might smile and say nothing. Here is my question of the moment "do other people think in the same terms I do or am I unique or mundane?" Something that I hadn't reflected on is in a narrative the author's words are internalized by the reader in doing so the reader begins to understand someone else's thought. With all hope this essay helps to give a honest view of the inter-workings of me.
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