Tuesday, January 10
How long does it take to understand a person? I believe we never will be able to fully understand someone. We may be able to understand them
better, but there will always be something more to discover and learn. But then again, people are a total mystery to me. Sometimes I just keep quiet and stare in amazement at how absurd they are. Every time I think I got a grasp of how they think, they react in a totally unpredictable and irrational manner.
I feel that emotions are too volatile.
Some times I feel those emotions boiling in me.
Other times I see it explode in others.
Most of the time, I shut myself out from everyone else because then no one can break in and pretend to understand me. How can they, when they are not even aware of their childish behavior? I build walls because I see the way people try to impose their demands on others. These walls keep them from crossing the line and keep my own selfish ego in check.
I am sure some of my friends will understand bits and pieces of me, but never the whole of me. I guess I just never let them. I suppose it is the futility of the whole be-an-open-book idea which drives me into this shell. Suppose I be an open book. People would come in, read, and try to understand me. Everyone will have their own interpretation of who I am. (Taking a course in Literature will prove my point.) Everyone can try to understand, but no one will feel it like I do.
Only you know it yourself. Why? Because some things cannot be expressed in words or action. Some things just are, and is incapable of being conveyed to another person. Even if you were an open book, some details would be glossed over, others exaggerated, and some even left out completely. These little details cannot be understood until experienced for themselves, and because we are different people, it most certainly ensures that you will never understand me, and I, you.
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Tuesday, January 10
How long does it take to understand a person? I believe we never will be able to fully understand someone. We may be able to understand them
better, but there will always be something more to discover and learn. But then again, people are a total mystery to me. Sometimes I just keep quiet and stare in amazement at how absurd they are. Every time I think I got a grasp of how they think, they react in a totally unpredictable and irrational manner.
I feel that emotions are too volatile.
Some times I feel those emotions boiling in me.
Other times I see it explode in others.
Most of the time, I shut myself out from everyone else because then no one can break in and pretend to understand me. How can they, when they are not even aware of their childish behavior? I build walls because I see the way people try to impose their demands on others. These walls keep them from crossing the line and keep my own selfish ego in check.
I am sure some of my friends will understand bits and pieces of me, but never the whole of me. I guess I just never let them. I suppose it is the futility of the whole be-an-open-book idea which drives me into this shell. Suppose I be an open book. People would come in, read, and try to understand me. Everyone will have their own interpretation of who I am. (Taking a course in Literature will prove my point.) Everyone can try to understand, but no one will feel it like I do.
Only you know it yourself. Why? Because some things cannot be expressed in words or action. Some things just are, and is incapable of being conveyed to another person. Even if you were an open book, some details would be glossed over, others exaggerated, and some even left out completely. These little details cannot be understood until experienced for themselves, and because we are different people, it most certainly ensures that you will never understand me, and I, you.
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