What is our genius communication idea these days?
Part 2: From The Way We Communicate
It is interesting to think about when was the first time we tried to communicate. The first time that we didn't even know how to speak and even walk. The first cry when we entered this world and meant to say, "Hi, we are alive." Or even before that, the first time you kicked your mom's belly. And way after, perhaps it was a loud cry to tell our parents or our care support that we needed something, food, a diaper change, or even balancing the room's temperature. We were laughing and smiling to show how satisfied we were from a particular situation. Maybe a good entertainment, delicious milk, relief from a dirty diaper, or how we got the good vibe energy of a stranger's smile. And we experienced our first information exchange. We didn't even think about how to communicate. Or if we cry at 3:16 am, our parents or our care support are sleeping, and it's their relief moment and time that we had to respect.
We just asked for what we desired. Moreover, that desire was for our survival, and besides all of the tired faces of our parents and care supports, they needed that information to keep us alive, to raise the next generation.
Throwback to Paris, in 1989, when my first genius communication moment arose. As a three-year-old in that time, I can only remember some blurry and flashes of memory that keep coming to my mind.
We were at the beach in Nice. I remember that I had a shovel, a yellow bucket, and a turtle, and I was so excited to play with sand and run to the water and run away from a mellow wave. It was so beautiful and magical. All those shimmering and water kept changing color as the sun was setting. And it seemed like the water was keep coming forward, and people had to move their chairs and towels further back. I kept playing and don't remember where my parents, aunt, and my cousins were. I was playing in my magical world. Suddenly I started looking around and couldn't find my parents. I was looking around and was getting worried. It was super crowded and hard to see a familiar face as a little child. At the moment, two giant legs with a bright neon pink swimsuit held my hands and walked me away.
I was surprised but had no idea what was going on. I tried to look up to see the person's face, but they were too tall for three years old to look. They didn't say anything, and if they would, I didn't know French. They took me to a little kiosk and station. It was a tiny gray station in the middle of the beach with an officer taking care of it. The next moment I remember, there were 4 or 5 other kids in the same kiosk, just like me. They were crying nonstop, and as they were crying louder and were screaming, their parents came one by one, held them tight, kissed them, and took them away from the kiosk.
All the kids were almost gone, and no one came after me yet. I was alone in the kiosk, and the officer was walking back and forth through the entrance. I don't even remember if the officer started any conversation with me. I was confused, and the idea of stocking there or losing my parents started worrying me more.
Suddenly, I thought maybe I have to cry as well, like other kids for my parents to be able to find me there! So I looked around and started crying, and I thought that was the right way. After a while, my cousin entered the gray kiosk in a hurry and held me and started kissing me. My mom, my dad, and everyone came in, and one by one kept me in their arms. They were so happy that they could finally find me.
The moment that I thought to cry was a golden moment of desire for communication, a survival tactic, or at least at that age and that situation, that was my solution. That was my second genius communication idea. Isn't crying one of the most powerful tools of communication for a three-year-old kid and in general for tiny human beings?
It's Tuesday, May 26, 2020, and we are in the lockdown and quarantine in California since the end of March and a few months less or more; the whole world is in lockdown because of the COVID-19 and pandemic. In these past few months, we are experiencing physical distancing and a different way of communication. Some people spent more time with their family, loved ones, and some people are experiencing abusive circumstances.
In the beginning, some people were in denial, so many others panicked, and so many refugees, immigrants, and people with disabilities said welcome to our life. Some people went through a depression; some people started to take online classes, some companies closed, and some others started to make a profit from this new normal. Some people started dealing with depression, and some people began enjoying nature. The interesting question for me is, how are we communicating these days? How do we practice and develop our creative communication muscles? How are we communicating with one another? Momentarily, two of the critical tools of carrying expressions covered with masks, and our touch sense is gone as we are apart for 6 feet. How can we understand someone's expression while shopping for groceries? How can we share our emotions? These days, I feel like someone grabbed us and placed us in a little gray kiosk to hope someone comes and rescues us. What is our genius communication idea these days? Who lived like this before? So many questions are going around my head.