[Alright, fully two weeks since the last post. Randomness at its best.]

The randomness of the last fortnight has been extreme and at times, bizarre. So much of interest has happened among relatively less of non-interest that I’m cruising through the journey of life with plenty to ponder.

Communication, for example. That’s the context of this entry’s title. I am communicating to you now, and hopefully communicating with you as well. [That is, provided that you are actually reading this... Because otherwise I'm just speaking to the void, or worse, myself.] See, the random events in the last fortnight have much to do with communication. If you can clearly impart what you mean with the perfect intonation, deft wit, gentle tact and cunning humour, you’ve got it made. However, if you miss the mark, even just a little bit, you end up offending people, getting them offside, or find yourself with an awkward hiatus and some poorly veiled uncomfortable glances.

It’s tough sometimes, to tread the fine lines in life. How tolerant should you be when communicating issues of passion, conviction or personal importance, particularly in a society that loves postmodernism yet will not be postmodern about its postmodernity? How bad should you feel, for example, when deciding not to actually go out your way to visit a mere acquaintance when the visit becomes both unneccessary and excessively inconvenient? Here’s a hint: people don’t generally welcome a guilt trip.

It’s difficult sometimes, to say “no” to something in order to say “yes” to a more philosophically grand life concept which may need no real immediacy or critical urgency. Especially when it seems like letting down the people you value; you could do it, you are able to do it, but you won’t, for no other reason than that you perceive a need for x hours’ more #1 time.

All that sounds rather negative, though. There is so much going on which is positively positive! When you mop up a communication faux pas with a new friend, for example, the world seems so much brighter. When you decide that life is worth far more than the momentary stresses and inhale deeply, savour and exhale the crisp Autumn air to expunge the feelings of self-imposed stressful claustrophobia from your being. When the movie/show/article/conversation you’re experiencing contains pithy wisdom so close to being clichéd that it attempts to sneak into blissful oblivion and yet arrests your thinking so instantaneously that you gasp sharply and your pulse quickens. Do take time for yourself. Do breathe deeply. Do smell the [insert rose substitute]s. Do feel free to just be.

When life cannot get any better, and it does.

Many of us fully intend to discover the one special significant other who gazes into your soul, colours a dark dreary Monday morning with the sound of their voice, transfixes with their smile and plainly makes you almost burst with nothing more than purest contentment. I am no different to many of us, in my own completely unbiased opinion. If you happen to be waiting for me or someone, be safe, well and happy. The time will come when it will come (how unfortunately and yet romantically imprecise!). I’m waiting…

Finally, you should know that good coffee is only made even better with good milk.

Farewell for another random period, gentle reader. Be random.