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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Saturday 6 December 2025 at 20:06

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Sonder and believing you

Sometimes, it is difficult to focus on something when there are noises in our peripheral field. One of the things I like to do is to offer a parallel to an existing problem. I often fail to remember that many people need declarative statements to help them to understand something. In creative writing, writers are mindful to 'show' and not tell. A writer may show that a woman is (stereotypically from the writer's point of view) annoyed because she is banging pots and pans while she does the washing up. It is just as likely that any man would bang pots and pans when he is annoyed or upset, so the scene works as a device to show emotion but not specifically and exclusively a woman's or man's emotional state. The problem the writer has is that any reader may take umbrage at the writer stereotyping behaviour and attributing specific behaviour to a particular set of people. Because most of us know that it is lazy to show women stereotypically doing the washing up, writers need to sometimes swap characteristics and activities for other one's. I prefer that a women 'shown' as being annoyed bangs the tools around while she is fixing the car or lawnmower, and a man slams the washing machine door because he is annoyed that there are stubborn marks on the clothes that have just come out of the washing machine. I think these are better characters in a story. However, for many people these roles are so improbable that they would dismiss the intent behind the writing of them. Perhaps the writer did not target these people as potential readers.

It can be frustrating when someone does not use declarative statements in a relationship. I had one girlfriend who simply would not tell me anything; she insisted on using oblique actions and statements not unlike having been brainwashed with Neuro-linguistic programming. She had a particular mindset that would not allow me to ponder a question aloud. 'Huh, I don't know!' she would bluster, as though I expected her to know the answer. I realise now that I affronted her because her self-esteem rested on her recognition of being knowledgeable in her field and this being reinforced by being a lecturer at Exeter University. For her, I suspect, any area in which she could not make a declarative statement that could be traced to concrete knowledge was an area that made her uncomfortable. I think, emotional relationships were not her strong suit. That said, any kind of relationship for me is an area in which I am largely blindfolded and cursed with fingers that cannot remove cotton-wool from my ears. Scrabble as much as I like, most of the time I simply cannot see or hear what the relationship is about.

How frustrating it is when we feel that everyone knows something and we cannot get an 'in' or a handle on the main theme of a subject. I read a blog post, in early Summer, by a man who was desperate for a straight answer to a question he was asked for his first Open University assignment. He said he had already asked for an extension. I knew how he felt and I was extremely upset that I could not help him. I would happily explain the question he had been set if I could, but as a student I am, without question, banned from doing that. All Open University students have to be able to work out not only what a question is really asking but also how to best answer it within a constraining word-count. I did however comment on his post to let him know that his cry did not merely dissipate in the dark, unheard.

All my relationships are like that. Which reminds me that I usually forget that I have experienced a moment of sonder; a recognition that everyone else thinks that they are at the centre of their world. However, I almost never apply that understanding except when I write. Indeed, I have been amazed that while quarreling with my wife she cannot see anything from my perspective. But, right here, the canny among us will realise that while I am scratching my head wondering why she is so dense, I am the one who is blind to her perception. It is all about me, right?

This isn't how I want to be; raking through the ashes of our problems to find clues on what went wrong. Perhaps leaving cryptic clues that are immutable and unaffected by heat and drenching is not a good approach to 'showing and not telling'.  For example, mentioning that I am going to the Post Office to collect a portrait because the Post Office will not deliver it unless they deface it first, might not be a good way of saying I am going to buy a stamp with King Charles on it. However, I expect most writers would try to consider all actions they want to write about from as many different angles as they can. Certainly, if I cannot use cryptic language and statements in a story I might consider putting the same in as one of the character's soliloquy that may be overheard by someone who has no background knowledge of where the character is going or has been. Of course, if the character returns home to their partner who does know they have bought a stamp the strangeness of the spoken observance is not strange at all; it is a fact: The only time the Post Office will deliver a portrait of King Charles in the form of a stamp is when they deface it first with a postmark that forms a link between the stamp and the envelope it sits on. This is much like the wax seal on letters of yore. It occurs to me that perhaps the stamp would be better placed over the edge of the envelope flap to show that if it is unbroken that the letter has not been tampered with. But, paranoid me thinks there is a reason why they are not placed there. After all, the Post Office was once Government owned, and it is essential that some letters are regarded as potentially detrimental to the country's security, or at least the writer and recipient.

In any case, looking at a question from many sides may reveal the intent behind a question. Typically, if a man or woman living with their partner is asked where they have been at two in the morning from their shared bed, while one is in pyjamas and the other fully dressed, it is because there is some suspicion that one of them had more fun than the other. Aha, this questioner thinks I met someone somewhere. Perhaps, I should tell the truth and say I went to buy a surprise present which is in the kitchen because I suddenly realise how I never show my appreciation of your kindness. Otherwise, If I say, 'Nowhere', I will exacerbate your fear of betrayal. How will my present be received from a sour aspect later this morning? Even if I make breakfast in bed for you it will serve to present myself as guilty of something. Planting a seed of doubt is not a good idea; so sneaking out at night might be a 'no-go'.

Deconstructing a question might be a good practice if it can be reassembled without it being warped by individual predilections....or maybe it should just never be shared.

As Oscar Wilde said, 'The truth is rarely pure, and never simple.'

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Creating characters from snippets of conversation

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Wednesday 9 April 2025 at 18:15

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A moment of sonder

If I ever, one day, want to create characters for stories, I think I would try to remember all the snippets of conversations I had inadvertently overheard while waiting in a queue, or just passing someone, and I would write them down.


In London, England, I overheard a young woman, with a slight, maybe French, accent say, ‘Don’t be mean to me just because I am young!’ I was struck by this because it was something that seemed only possible to enter the head of someone who is not British. Maybe I am closeted by confirmation bias – I had never heard a similar comment in a British accent, yet I can’t help thinking that her upbringing included a reasoning that youth is no bar to intelligence or understanding; not a sense of entitlement, more an understanding that she was not fettered. She seemed to recognise that she lacked experience but that was all that was missing for her to instantly understand something that other people had heuristics for, or for British people in England just grew up knowing.


I had a French female friend who told me that while she was still learning English, she had put too much powder on her face, and so asked her new English boyfriend to ‘blow off’ on her face. (Blow off is English slang for farting). She said he looked really shocked, because he didn’t know her very well. As an invite to me to freely visit, she once told me to ‘just come in and pop’. I think she was attempting a euphemism though; sort of a ‘double entendre’. Let’s face it, the French know what a ‘double entendre’ is. I really liked her then, but just smiled, not really knowing that she liked me back; she told me later, just before she moved away from the area.


I was on the same bus as a young mother with a baby that incessantly cried. I didn’t mind; I just felt really sorry for her. Her look of concern and helplessness was so pitiful. I couldn’t help though because I had just had eye surgery and was blind in one eye on a moving bus. She didn’t know that the bus engine noise would be extremely loud for a new baby, and she didn’t know how to comfort her new baby. When I passed her to get off the bus, I noticed her melting face filled with gratitude for the three elderly women attending to her and her baby. To this day, she might think how wonderful the ladies were in quietening her child, but I suspect she should thank the driver for delivering us all to the bus station safely, and naturally switching the engine off.


Surrounded by people, I overheard a man of perhaps 30 years, say to himself, ‘I just want someone to talk to.’

As I passed someone queuing to get into a music gig, I overheard him say to his friend, ‘I wish I didn’t know so much.’ I think he had a high IQ and didn’t know what to do with it.


I overheard a woman in a supermarket in the summer of 2020 almost shout to a shop assistant that she has a breathing condition. She wasn’t wearing a mask (Covid 19 lockdown in the UK). I suspect her boyfriend was one of those people who think it is cool to have maximum agency over their lives despite how negatively it affects everyone else. I imagine that he knows he annoys people and that is his signal to himself that he is in control over his life.


I overheard two people about twenty feet apart in a residential road:

Exasperated, one said, ‘Why don’t you just come to me if there is a problem?’

The other called over his shoulder, ‘Because you have no respect for other people, and so you can’t understand a single word I say to you!’


I used to play a game with my children in the car. Later, I played the same game with some of my employees while we were travelling abroad. ‘What do you think that person there is thinking?’ I would point out, or earmark someone in our view, across the street at traffic lights or in a park we were passing. Usually, the answers were quite mundane. But, I would always offer something like, ‘At last it is raining so I can test this umbrella I bought from a trader in the Sahara desert’; or ‘This is the fifth time this month that someone has stolen my car!’ when someone was walking or cycling; or ‘If I sit on this bench long enough perhaps the Council will put a plaque on it as a memorial to me.’ If I saw someone dancing and looking down, I might say something like, ‘Oh no! I know where my son’s stick-insects are now!’ My children and employees never seemed to understand that there is much more going on in other people’s lives than is evident to onlookers. They had never experienced a moment of sonder, or ‘the feeling one has on realising that every other individual one sees has a life as full and real as one’s own, in which they are the central character and others, including oneself, have secondary or insignificant roles’. (Dictionary.com)

I would have been delighted if the people we were observing were playing the same game and had targeted us, pointing their fingers and laughing.


‘Sonder’ is also Africaans for ‘without’ from the Dutch word ‘zonder’.


In searching for the word ’sonder’ in a thesaurus, I came across the word ’spissitude’ which I think means ‘density’. I would definitely have a drunk character in a play say ‘spissitude’ rather than ‘density’.

My 1962 Roget’s Thesaurus does not have ‘sonder’ in the index.

My 1982 ‘Concise Oxford Dictionary’ does not have ‘sonder’.


The best definition I can get for ‘sonder’ is from the OED www.oed.com under ‘sonder-cloud’. I used my library card to log in, under ‘Institutional Access’.

Now historical and rare.

A cirrocumulus cloud.

1816 Cirrocumulus, or Sondercloud, i.e. cloud consisting of an aggregate of clouds asunder (from A.S. sond, Old Eng. a-sonder and sonder): the distinguishing marks of this cloud being that of separate orbs aggregated together, and the change to this cloud from others is a separation of continuity into particules.

(OED 2025, https://www.oed.com/dictionary/sonder-cloud_n?tab=meaning_and_use )


So, if we apply this wonderful definition of cirrocumulus sonder-cloud to people, we can have a ‘cloud’ of people casting a mottled shadow on the world. Shadows are not necessarily bad though, they provide shade from the searing sun, and contrast in an otherwise too brightly lit environment. Alternatively, we might like the idea of a lesser chance of sunburn. Because cirrocumulus clouds are so high up, we on Earth only detect a dimming of light and not distinct shadows. So, a ‘cloud’ of people are probably more portentous, than distinctly instrumental in changing an environment – more of a feeling at the back of one’s mind of a lesser quality of life in the present yet the reason is not immediately evident.

https://learn1.open.ac.uk/mod/oublog/view.php?user=852553&tag=sixth+sense (my blog on sixth sense and shadows)

Cirrocumulus clouds are those ones that look like lambs tails, or when there is about to be a change in weather, they might be seen when a sky is described as a ‘mackerel sky’.



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