There are very few things in life that frustrate and cause me internal pain as much as people not understanding what I am trying to communicate. It makes me feel belittled and unintelligent for some reason, which I find interesting and will probably process later. Anywho, through this avenue of writing, I am constantly misunderstood, and I take that failure upon my normal sized shoulders because I know I can work harder to communicate. It eats at me. I spend hours on these collaborated packages of words and to learn that I have failed to communicate my intentions is a pungent lesson I hate having to learn. It is my desire that my few readers can accurately follow my train of thought. All that to say, my self-perceived consistent failure to accurately communicate does not hold me back, rather it invigorates me to move forward and not give up.