Foreign Languages . . . Men

I wish I understood Martian, or just didn’t speak such a unique version of Venuvian. Yes it is the old Mars/Venus thing again and I’m feeling a bit battered and bruised I guess. Life wouldn’t be nearly so interesting, intriguing or challenging without our planetary counterparts, but goodness it would be great to understand sometimes without all the misunderstanding that seems to zap so much time and heart. If we just really heard what the other said instead of it being masked too often by tone, or hidden by virtuality in a phone or an email. I long for the days when communication was face to face, and hand to hand, not over some invisible wires. . . . . MG