Communication

   It was like sitting in front of a wall. And I couldn't expand my narratives any more because he was so critical and object to my story. He was totally ignoring a point of what I was trying to say. If the word of ignoring was so provocative, I would rather switch to not being able to communicate with. It was a moment of desperation and helpless. And I confirmed myself once again that there was no one else around me to talk with.

   He might be thinking the other way around as well. I was regarded so stubborn that I was unable to be persuaded not by an inch at all. He was sighing of there was no room for compromise.

   But as far as I was concerned, I was afraid of being critical for the sake of its own preference. It would be much better if I let miscommunication stay that way without any further arguement. As long as there was no need for internal and psychological competion, it didn't require any acceptance from him. He concentrated on his views and focused on what he was thinking about.

   I knew there was no harm intended. But I also couldn't deny that it was so hard to communicate smoothly from one to the other in a level of reasonable agreement.