Thursday, November 4, 2010

{The Telephone Game}


Growing up I remember playing the game of telephone as we all sat in a circle in school. The statement that started out as “Mrs. Teacher is wearing a blue dress” somehow along the lines ended up being “Mrs. Teacher has a blue dog and he ate her dress”.

Information gets twisted and turned along the way to the end person.
I see this time and time again in my life. “So and so did this” or “Did you hear such and such?”
How easily an opinion is formed when we take information and make assumptions of our own rather than asking the source themselves.
This is so incredibly hurtful at times and also can be so out of this world hilarious when the twisted details ultimately end up coming back to the original party.

It always does, inevitably, someone along the telephone line makes an operator assisted call to the source of it all to ask what the true story is.

Once the truth is revealed it can either reveal how hurtful others who did not take the time to ask can be, as they sit back and talk about the source amongst themselves rather than asking the operator to help them make the clarifying call, or, it can provide a good laugh.
Either way, life is already so incredibly complicated, don’t you think?

Why do we sit back and listen to such nonsense and partake in creating our own story rather than going to the source directly?
Why take so much time and energy out of our daily lives to talk about other people or twist statements and stories making them what we assume they are rather than cutting to the chase and getting the truth?
Is true life really that boring? Are we that interested in proving “how awful” someone is, rather than giving them the benefit of the doubt?
Do we really think that highly of ourselves that we feel it is our right to create our own version of someone else’s intentions or life happenings?

I can be guilty of this to when all of a sudden someone is not texting me back right away; a friend removes themselves from face book. Or, maybe suddenly I find myself being avoided, or at least I think I am but, unless I open my mouth to find out and actually ask I am,
GUILTY~ GUILTY~ GUILTY.
Guilty of assumptions, Guilty of making my own version of someone else’s story, a story that is not mine to tell, but theirs. I would prefer to just ask. What harm will it do? Yes, the truth can hurt at times. But, it can also be very clarifying and freeing.

I recently read a statement that I find to be so profoundly true, it said…….
“Before you speak, ask yourself: Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary, does it improve upon the silence?"