I was once told that my communication was excellent.
But too straightforward.
Open your hand. Place an explanation in your palm. Close your fist.
Deliver your message with the force of a martial artist; snap-strike to the solar plexus. Brutal, direct, unwavering.
No ulterior motive. No anger. No empathy.
Just candid unapologetics.
I have not learned to communicate more gently.
Only more efficiently.
Like a surgeon.
9:31 p.m. - 2015-07-06
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