Unclear

It seems my words -- my carefully selected, typewritten, copyable, quotable words -- were unclear. Unable to be fathomed, apprehended, comprehended, understood, or processed in any way shape or form because I wasn't precise enough. I didn't define terms well.

In short, I did not communicate well.

Why? Well, that's the funny part: there is no why. No discernible reason for being. No way to get at the root of the problem and with that, no way to correct it, either.

You know what else is funny? I accept that. I accept that I communicated badly for no discernible reason and that the reason will simply show up, make itself known in some unsearchable way, and allow me communicate well which would he just as random as communicating badly if at all.

Words fail to describe my current level of frustration, but it is ok. I will go home and read and I will be right as rain.