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Sometimes, talking to people is like rubbing chalk against sandpaper;—pointless, a waste of energy, and after a bit you're bound to find your fingers rubbed raw.
I was once an advocate for words, for communication. And honestly, I still am. But I was shown, with no lack of detail and every lack of subtlety, how some human beings can be as receptive as a brick wall. I'm not sure if it's a lack of ability, or an intentional refusal, to listen. But either way, sometimes talking is not enough.
Not an earth-shattering revelation, but one I learnt the hard way.