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I Can’t Hear You When I am Wearing a Face Mask

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I can’t hear you. It is hard to hear when my mouth is covered in fabric, secured with drawstring around my ears. The person who is speaking is speaking clearly. They may be wearing a mask as well but that is not the point.

Meeting with an account representative at a bank, we were wearing masks. Not too far away was another representative who would join our conversation from time to time. We giggled unashamedly when he was talking and I couldn’t hear him. I told him, “I can’t hear you, I am wearing a mask.” The silliness of it was it should have been, “I can’t hear you, your facemask,” or something to that effect.

I Can’t Hear You

It reminds me that we talk to much. We plan our responses before the person is finished. Missing out on what could be an incredible conversation, we are shortchanged by our own addiction to speaking. You can walk away from a conversation knowing nothing extra beyond what you already know, because you didn’t listen to and absorb with what the other person was saying.

This happened again when I was at the grocery store. I told the cashier that I couldn’t hear her, I was wearing a mask. As she was also wearing a mask we both giggled. Again. It was so ludicrous, yet powerful. I have a new goal. To listen more, speak less.

It is hard to hear when I am wearing a face mask speaks a lot of how we communicate. Can you imagine if we slowed down and listened more and spoke less how this would decrease our bad interactions? The times when you walked away embarrassed because you don’t feel you got your message heard and it was sure to be misinterpreted.

False Narrative

Decreasing false narratives may just require more listening. And less speaking. It is time to build my listening skills so that when my mouth is covered, I can actually hear you more. It’s not you, it’s me.

Jessica Fletcher

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Out For Positive Change

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Out for positive change means tuning out. I do believe the world has gone mad. Weather changes? Diet? Secret alien infiltration? What is going on?

Obsessed with keeping up with the news several times a day less, FOMO (fear of missing out) is real. Disregarding the art of sensationalism the media is so great at, I am entertained – annoyed – angered – and left sometimes feeling empty. I have ignored that what goes in – comes out. In favor of herd mentality and being in the “know” I lost myself. Watching as news anchors struggle against extreme weather conditions, only to see in the same frame – people casually strolling by. Oh, the art of deception!

From photo to video manipulation – what is real? How do you know? People have skills don’t they? Everything can seem so real.

Deleting Fakebook

I deleted FB several months ago for positive change (this was originally published in October 31, 2020). First I deleted my friend’s list so I would have no reason to log back on. Then, FOMO sinks in. I log on to see “news” or read opinions. That to me was staying abreast of what is going on in the world.

I once again delete FB. Everyone’s opinions are so hostile and belittling, even well known outlets have discontinued the ability for readers to respond to articles. People’s opinions have seemed to transpire to personal attacks. They offer nothing beneficial in the way of self-improvement. This leads me to believe that as a society – someone has flushed.

I recall way back when – I was a gym rat. This particular personal trainer said, “I don’t read the news. It is negative.” This was (ouch) 32 years ago. Face it, the world has been ending forever. It is still a good idea to stay connected and abreast of news – but to be very conscience of what the intake is. We have to be “awake” to what we allow in, is in.

Tuning Out

To be the change I want to see in the world, I am going to have to tune out. I am out for positive change.

Pushing myself to not read any news for a month; starting July 1st, I am creating positive boundaries. Increasing my book reading, listening to audio books and generally working on my own life and goals – is a start. I won’t keep up with others in favor of learning where I truly can make a difference in the world.

Good old fashioned mask to mask beating the pavement or online research. I may not be totally off grid, but I will be my own moderator.

There is a sense of aloneness in going against the herd and shutting off the noise. At the same time, I have never felt so alive with a blank canvas to fill any way I please.

I am out for positive change.

👣Jessica Fletcher

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Just An Ordinary Unicorn

Unicorn is just an ordinary unicorn to me, it is just that. No hidden meanings. A horse with a horn in the middle of its head. Mystical.

Not long ago I printed a unicorn on t-shirts to sell in Seattle at a festival. To me, unicorns are magical, timeless, pretty – and look good with jeans or a skirt. I could not get anyone that weekend to work at the booth until I asked Ken and his wife. He had helped me before when I was in a bind, he was that kind of person. His wife is truly lovely.

Ditching the Festival

We ended up ditching the festival. We had stayed up way too late catching up in the wee hours of the morning. There was a feeling of unrest about attending this particular festival. It could have been the gummy I ate too. Try a small piece, he said. But it was so good. I consumed the whole thing. How could things go wrong? Dreaming in color, an uncomfortable wake/sleep left me drained. Don’t eat too much gummy. Heed the warning.

Ditching the festival, I asked Ken and Carrie if they wanted to do a photo shoot. His wife was going through some challenging times and to me, it always feels good to be appreciated and valued. It would help me to have a good product shot I could use later. She was truly photogenic.

During the photo shoot there was an odd comment about a unicorn. It made me wonder if there was more to the meaning of unicorn, beyond what was in my world. The comment was, “oh, a unicorn shirt.” I know something simple. I suspected there was a joke in there I wasn’t privy too. So, I did a little research.

Apparently to some, a unicorn is not just an ordinary unicorn.

In one definition I found this:

“In the poly world, we call them “unicorn hunters.” A “unicorn” is a young, single, non-crazy, sexually adventurous, drug and disease-free bisexual female who wants desperately to live with and love a male/female couple. … We call these women “unicorns.” They are about as common and easy to find.Apr 22, 2012 (goodmenproject).

Just An Ordinary Unicorn

I am going to stick with my belief of a mystical creature that offers good luck and purity. I won’t judge others on what they believe. A unicorn is a unicorn to me. Some people are brave enough to just say things how they are. No code. No slang.

I have had a lot of compliments on this shirt. It’s magical. 🦄

Links to polyamory:

Unicorn Polyamory

Regardless of what you believe, wearing a unicorn shirt is confident and has good energy.

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