room of mirrors
Too often I have found myself disappointed in people.
I think they have more levels than they do.. I assume depth, then I feel jolted when I reach the bottom.
I assume they register nuances and fracture thoughts around ideas to encompass them while discussing complex topics...
They seem to understand.. they say the understand... they aren't asking questions, like I would if I didn't understand... but as you discuss it further.. it's clear they don't get any of it.
.. and by the time I come to that realization.. all I can think of is _when else_ was I talking to myself as they smiled and nodded like a wooden duck...
I know this is all my fault.. my perception that is flawed.. my search for mental intimacy and understanding.... My warped point of view... My oddness...
but it would be nice... really nice... if someone understood.
I think they have more levels than they do.. I assume depth, then I feel jolted when I reach the bottom.
I assume they register nuances and fracture thoughts around ideas to encompass them while discussing complex topics...
They seem to understand.. they say the understand... they aren't asking questions, like I would if I didn't understand... but as you discuss it further.. it's clear they don't get any of it.
.. and by the time I come to that realization.. all I can think of is _when else_ was I talking to myself as they smiled and nodded like a wooden duck...
I know this is all my fault.. my perception that is flawed.. my search for mental intimacy and understanding.... My warped point of view... My oddness...
but it would be nice... really nice... if someone understood.