I was not sure where to post this so I put it in the haven.
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I do not think anyone can know us as well as we can know ourselves. I feel that no matter how hard we try to be similar we will always be other and it is very hard when a collective of "similar" get mad at you for being other and being comfortable with that. When your quirks work in the benefit of others, or when they actually help in the excellence of a specific act, they are welcomed, but when others do not understand them or they make no sense in their ideals of things, they are bad manners, bad ideas, bad execution of message projection.
In an ideal world people would not get easily offended because we do not think as they do. In an ideal world I guess my achievements would be celebrated as well as my difficulties. We have have a different order of learning. We all experience the world through unique eyes and yet we are expected to taste the same waters and smell the same odors and feel the same hurts and joys.
Even our reflections oppose us.
In an ideal world I would not have to worry about missing words between sentences. Nor have my feelings hurt because my intentions are misunderstood. In an ideal world I would not feel as if I was 28 going on 12.
Sometimes it hurts just to be breathing. Sometimes it aches to wish to love.
Holding on to friends by threads as fine as melted silver, just waiting for the hurting blow.
06 Nov 2011, 5:39 pm
