TM Prompt 214: "To be great is to be misunderstood."
I'm not sure that I really understand the quote so well, and maybe that's funny given that the quote is about being misunderstood. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone understands anyone else at all.
It's like when I used to try and talk with the rats. I make noises and they make noises, but we couldn't understand each other at all. That's not because they're dumb or because I'm dumb. Rats are a lot smarter than most people think, and I bet they're even smarter than even I get, because I'm still learning about them. Once Socrates and Queenie and Ben and I started to figure each other out a bit, we realized we're not so different. It all comes down to food, eventually. I mean, most people don't like to admit that. We'd like to think our lives are all about much more advanced things. But it's about food. And babies. And having a home. What Socrates wants is exactly what I want. Just to be safe and loved.
I still can't figure out other people, though. Even if we speak the same language, it's as if we're still just making noises at each other, and they won't even try to understand. They just think you're stupid if you don't make the same noises, or if you don't want what they want. But it's not stupid to want simple things at all. It's not stupid to want to keep your family safe and keep your house and have some kind of respect for yourself as a person. The simple things are the most important.
I don't think knowing this makes me great, but it definitely makes me misunderstood.
It's like when I used to try and talk with the rats. I make noises and they make noises, but we couldn't understand each other at all. That's not because they're dumb or because I'm dumb. Rats are a lot smarter than most people think, and I bet they're even smarter than even I get, because I'm still learning about them. Once Socrates and Queenie and Ben and I started to figure each other out a bit, we realized we're not so different. It all comes down to food, eventually. I mean, most people don't like to admit that. We'd like to think our lives are all about much more advanced things. But it's about food. And babies. And having a home. What Socrates wants is exactly what I want. Just to be safe and loved.
I still can't figure out other people, though. Even if we speak the same language, it's as if we're still just making noises at each other, and they won't even try to understand. They just think you're stupid if you don't make the same noises, or if you don't want what they want. But it's not stupid to want simple things at all. It's not stupid to want to keep your family safe and keep your house and have some kind of respect for yourself as a person. The simple things are the most important.
I don't think knowing this makes me great, but it definitely makes me misunderstood.