“Do you know what I mean?” It’s a phrase I hear all the time and sometimes speak myself. I hear it most often in my job, although too many times my answer is “No, I don’t.” It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s simply a lack of communication. Conversation is an art, intimate at its best or combative at its worst.
I love it when someone says to me, “Do you know what I mean?”, and I can nod my head to say, “Yeah, I really do.” Be it stranger or friend, there is a satisfaction in understanding their communication. In that moment I get to experience intimacy with their thoughts.