I love being mysterious, however I don’t like being misunderstood. Every day, I struggle to not just be heard, but also to be understood. Interactions are tricky. Even my silence is not safe. It can be misunderstood. I put up an accent here, use a slang there, gauge my tone, and choose the right words just to heighten comprehension. Humans have an impeccable interaction techniques but our misperception is resilient. We mirror our emotions, experiences and history on other and miss their point. We misunderstand people more often than we care to admit.

     I have stayed silent in many rooms not because I don’t have an opinion, not because someone else had spoken my mind, or because I doubted the veracity of my thoughts, but because I feared I would be misund...

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