Noise

It never ceases to amaze me how people respond to each other...how they automatically tune out what they aren't interested in and 'read between the lines' to get the answer to the question they're looking for, instead of the non-answer they're getting.
Case in point: a person I knew in high school (I did not know him well, but I still remember his name, and vice verse) found me on Facebook, and said, "Hi, how are you?"
I responded that I was in LA, working, and that life was a bit hectic.
He thought I said, "I am amazing. I live in LA, and rub shoulders with celebrities every day. I love my life! I have the best job, and I am so proud of myself that I moved away from home and am attempting to make something of myself!"
No, no, NO, people! What I was actually saying was that I am having a tough time hacking it in this city of celebrities, that the world seems very shallow and People (the magazine) oriented, and it's very hard to make friends, much less acquaintences, and that LA seems to equate with loneliness. Hectic = traffic jams, working = tiredness and frustration, and life = trying not to let the rat race encompass my entire existence.
So much for LA being the City of Angels. There are angels here, watching over me, but they are not of the city...when I leave, they'll go with me. Besides, the air's so dirty you couldn't tell if the flying object was an angel or a special effects creature on the loose because the angel's wings would have been permanently tinted brown by the smog. Surely the angels would have created a more patron-friendly library system, and blessed the leaders of the overcrowded metropolis with the foresight to make an efficient, attractive public transit system for citizens to ride instead of hogging the road with their cars and paying $4/gallon for gas (and that's for regular unleaded on the cheap side of town).
Listen to me, people, don't hear me...see what I'm writing, not what you want me to write.