Sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying

As a single guy, socializing with a flock of high-school girls is a tough exercise.

"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."
- Oscar Wilde

Occasionally, sharing our complex inner thoughts is hard for us semi or three-quarter intellectuals. Sometimes it is like exhibiting an abstract painting; the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, or in this case the interpreter. Afterwards, you'll just hope to be amazed how insightful you've been. On the other hand, unequivocal communication is not necessarily less complicated. It all depends on your company. In my line of work exchange of messages has to be clear. However, within your family or in other casual walks of life, clear talking may not be enough if the recipient's receptors or mental software do not operate. Again, regarding my line of work, the deciphering unit is switched off. Necessarily, the fault doesn't lay with the expresser as for 50-75% intellectuals clear delivery shouldn't be a major problem. Common cultural and educational background could of course help, but what comes to my professional experience, it is so much simpler to discuss wavelengths. As both female and male ballparks are well known to me, i.e. regarding both transmitter and receiver departments, I wouldn't be able to bring up any significant differences between the frequencies of genders. It is true that females are more prone to multitasking, and it may 

somewhat distract them, but then as I'm writing this, at the same time I'm carrying out a surveillance mission on my drone. 

But where are my manners; I haven't introduced myself. The first about twenty-five years of my life my name used to be Samuela Clemens, but now it is Marcus, Marcus Twain. This Marcus-me has always been a fighter pilot. People changing their names often use an acronym of the old one, but I decided to make it up completely. On the other hand, I'm also an inborn "twain person" as already before my military career, I came out of the hangar (air force expression) introducing my hidden male character. John Irving is good.

I earn my living as a Squadron Commander in an officially unofficial UAV fleet somewhere in Hawaii thus being one of the best experienced men of The Unmanned. Still I need to confess that some features of an inborn male are still slightly deficient about my person, and there is a chance that my professional orientation was affected by that. 

The drone I'm piloting has a range of quite a few thousand miles, and it's been equipped with unusually strong ball bearings in its tail section. In piloting blabbering is is bad, and small talk is unnecessary. You don't have to seduce your target; it will in no time get a hot touch in the form of a non-sexually oriented fast exploding projectile, and that is straightforward if anything. Those affairs do not last long. 

Generally, I do not classify people by their demeanor; quite often they are just fine. Still there are many with whom I feel a sort of void in communication, and perhaps it's the clincher limiting closer acquaintance. These people mainly consist of females and males. I'm almost natural with my lady friends and lady colleagues, and mutual understanding could be perfect if they didn't try to make too much of my casual talk as if I were an abstract work of art to be deciphered. Quite often I also have a feeling that their own messages are hidden in a way no US Air Force officer could understand. How do they talk to each other? My own semi-lady-brain would explain some of this behavior as being post traumatic after suffering early adulthood in a high-school environment, but my semi-male-brain only would consider it as an inborn (subconscious) talent of taunting. Again, how do they talk to each other? 

"It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it." 

- Maurice Switzer

Every day at work I deal with my male peers, but consider them merely as those who either do or don't get my meaning at once. No pain, I feel sympathy. Especially OK are those who understand what I tell just once, and right there can figure out my orders. If they won't, they'll be sorry as my half female sympathy is taunting. My superior officers regularly address me with suspicious sort of missions, and I'm good just like that as well. No pain there either, I'm very emphatic. However, sooner or later they'll feel insecure as my empathy is as true as that of a high-school girl. Perhaps, after my retiring, some of them are going to suffer from PTSD. Sometimes though, I have to confess, I have no clue about what's happening. Is there a chance that some of these guys have been in some way infected in high-school? Should general segregation of sexes be applied to those planning a military career or football? In my line of duty, not following orders may lead to a collision course - literally. Anyway, personally it is not that essential as I still have good bumpers (nowadays more mental than physical). My superiors can be male, female or something else (in Air Force the third ones don't come up too often), but men with too big drones are far too common. Now I may sound a bit unfit for my role as a drone pilot, but it's only that I'm trying to clarify my conception of communication as I'm thoroughly 50-75% intellectual. Got it? 

Off military circles there definitely are folks with whom casual talk is too hard too (2H2 - I love that acronym - it's almost like "LOL"). Casual talk should be funny and relaxing, and it's like that when the deciphering devices are fully functional at both ends. However, if e.g. your simple and casually intelligent quotation of W. Shakespeare doesn't entail jocular ambiance, something has gone askew - big time. Anyway, lately some lines from Richard III have been a great success among my lady acquaintances. Lest awkward silence would follow with their male equivalents, I have recently planned to include quotations from Harper Lee and Truman Capote in my repertoire. Many of them just love ornithology and non-fiction. I'm doing all this although in my girly high-school years I learnt that the guys overall got pretty much none of the at should-I-spell-it-to-you level ciphered messages. In this respect talking to female companions is easier and less traumatic; eavesdropping males have their destiny in their own hands. If this pursuit of making small talk is all but unsuccessful, there still is a chance if the other party is only shy but receptive, and the performing party is creative. Light-hearted chatter is the core of delightful socializing. 

In my case, unambiguous delivery of reflections has always been axiomatic, and successful informative transaction is completely up to the adversary. If, however, mutual comprehension is not so much above nil although there is much enough intelligent sounding exchange of words, but no chance of getting the ideas through, the set up may result in a disaster. In a family, this would simply show as perpetual replay of arguments with no outcome, and would in long run render the words "I told you" suffer inflation. In the worst scenario the things would remain unsolved before a marriage counselor. But then, in an other kind of company, you might suddenly end up doing things that on TV would require parental discretion, and moreover with someone who no better than you has any clue about what is happening. There you would have some material for an awkward scene. 

Acquaintances based on poor communication often just gradually peter out, or end like The Third Man movie; no one is talking, Anton Karas is playing in the background, it's raining, and all just walk in their own directions. No problems there, if you live under the umbrella of optimism. However, if the communication in real life is something like text messaging, my feet have all my life been steadily off the ground. I just wonder if good old William considered Richard's long talk to Lady Anne as a skillful effort in order to impress her with his wordy talent, or a straightforward move into her pants. At least Richard the Duke of Gloucester got lucky.

"Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt" (W.Shakespeare, Richard III, Act I, Scene 2). This is where Richard tries to seduce Lady Anne right after killing her husband. The "Anne character" in The Third Man movie was more clever.