#communication problems

Graham Coxon: I speak with him all the time, telekinetically. That’s the wrong word, isn’t it? That would mean that I’d move Damon around and we could have a chat. Nice idea. Not for a bit, but the thing with Damon and I is that we’ll probably give each other a moment’s thought every few days and if we feel something in the air that’s not right or that’s good then we’ll drop a line.

On a balcony of a cleared building after a false alarm. Everything’s dying down and the pair go out for fresh air, well Johnny goes out for air, Simon followed.

Soap: Ya know ghost, on the chopper ride here I remembered when I was a wee lad—16 or so—I dreamed of running off—my family’s great but… people were just too much for me back then, had the need to get away, see what I could in this life.

Ghost: Guess we have more in common then, Sargent.

Soap: Really? Gosh can’t even imagine you being…small. Bet yer mam…ah, sorry forget it’s a…sorry.

Ghost: I get it, harsh home life’s a foreign concept to someone who had a decent one… couldn’t imagine wanting to leave it..

Soap, jolting up a bit: Ah didn’t wanna leave! It was a dumb passing thought when things got too quiet—

Ghost: I’m not judging, Johnny. Finish what you started, you brought this up for a reason, get to it.

Soap: …well, when I would think about it I’d imagine what I’d pack, what I’d write in letters, fucks sake i imagined sleeping on the streets— it was harsh but in the dream it felt freeing and—and liberating, didn’t ave to do anything but survive.

Soap: I had the need to leave everyone behind, said to myself I’d come back someday and—I had such a romanticize delusion of what homelessness would be. It’s stupid.

Ghost: You ever get that feeling now?

Soap: …Honestly, Simon. Yes.

Ghost: Cause of anyone in particular?

Soap: Yes…

Ghost: cause of me…?

Soap: yes but I—

Ghost: Well then.

Simon’s lean on the railing rose to a proper stand with a slight grunt

Ghost tensely: I’ll get price to approve your vacation request within the week, and you can go off and be homeless by a bloody trash fire—

Soap: Simon I meant— god I know this is sappy but

With a reluctant groan he rubbed his face and stared at the floor as he confessed

Soap: I meant I think about you coming with me.

Soap: I meant…I think about us going off grid and building a cabin or whatever…fishing…just the necessities and us…I think about it a lot. Too bloody much., I imagine a life together and I know it’s the military then death for ya and I’m pretty sure it’ll be the same fer me cause it means I get to do this with ya. That’s sappy sorry I just—

Simon: I’ll get price to approve our time off request.

Johnny: …

Simon: It’s either killed in action or off grid with you. So over the weekend we could look for a decent placement for a hypothetical cabin.

Johnny: Sir are you trying to get proposed to?

I am trying so dam hard

Every fucking day

DYSLEXIA IS A LANGUAGE DISABILITY

It affects every single part of processing and communicating

It's not something I can just “get over”

Fawlty Towers

A person is also considered an animal, and I can understand a person in the animal's position, nutrition, survival, and so on, but I can't understand a person, because all people are different and there are no clear actions and behaviors that correspond to the species.