This is how talking about how I feel seems to me.
“Hey, I’ve been struggling can you grab me a Robertson number 2 screwdriver? The one with the red handle and is about 8 inches long.”
The persons response ” hey I was out today and found this 8 foot 2×4, will this help?”
And this how the world has always looked to me. I can never understand why no one believes or understands me.
So I’ll keep channeling my inner Wittgenstein