"Unless it is mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it's a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life-love should not be one of them" (Unknown). I definitely believe it, but I sure as hell don't live by it. That's the problem with many things in my life. The battle between idealism and reality. Things never go the way we plan or want, so sometimes we just give up on the idea of planning.
I was taught never to settle.
I have learned to take what I can get.
That thought struck me at some point yesterday, but I didn't write about it then. I guess that goes back to the whole struggle between what we want and what actually happens. But after all of the sermons about never accepting less than the best and whatnot, it never works out that way in life. So we take whatever the hell comes at us, even if its infinitely less than ideal, and go with it as well as we can. That's life for you.
"Intelligent people are the hardest to love." Someone I know rather well said that, and unfortunately it's true. Not only are they the hardest to love, but also the hardest to talk to, the hardest to live with, and the hardest to understand. The fact that I've observed this all around me in real life really doesn't make me any more inclined to talk to people at all. That just reduces the faith I have in the human race, which is already quite minimal at present.
I dislike people, but I know that I need them. I've quite clearly seen the effects of being removed from social company for extended periods of time, and it never ends well. Yet even in the middle of such periods, when I realize that I need human contact, I am loath to talk to anyone, to accept company, or discuss anything whatsoever. It's those periods of solitude that I love and hate most of all.
I've learned to use my eyes. They'll say the things that my lips never will. I rarely have anything to say, particularly when listening to an individual tell their story. My eyes will convey everything necessary--be it fascination, pity, sympathy, or whatever else. The most you could get out of my mouth at a similar point may be "wow," or "interesting." Never listen to what I say, look at my eyes and see what they have to tell. That's how I've learned to communicate. That's also why I'm never afraid to look someone in the eyes. Where it makes others uncomfortable, such an interaction is my domain, and I thoroughly enjoy it.
Alright, I'll stop before I go too deep and start spouting various thoughts that were not meant to be seen. That was pretty scattered, although some thoughts connect and others don't, I don't much care, not right now. If nothing more, that was at least a partial glimpse into my mind, the thoughts that flit around inside my head. Interpret at will.
I have learned to take what I can get.
That thought struck me at some point yesterday, but I didn't write about it then. I guess that goes back to the whole struggle between what we want and what actually happens. But after all of the sermons about never accepting less than the best and whatnot, it never works out that way in life. So we take whatever the hell comes at us, even if its infinitely less than ideal, and go with it as well as we can. That's life for you.
"Intelligent people are the hardest to love." Someone I know rather well said that, and unfortunately it's true. Not only are they the hardest to love, but also the hardest to talk to, the hardest to live with, and the hardest to understand. The fact that I've observed this all around me in real life really doesn't make me any more inclined to talk to people at all. That just reduces the faith I have in the human race, which is already quite minimal at present.
I dislike people, but I know that I need them. I've quite clearly seen the effects of being removed from social company for extended periods of time, and it never ends well. Yet even in the middle of such periods, when I realize that I need human contact, I am loath to talk to anyone, to accept company, or discuss anything whatsoever. It's those periods of solitude that I love and hate most of all.
I've learned to use my eyes. They'll say the things that my lips never will. I rarely have anything to say, particularly when listening to an individual tell their story. My eyes will convey everything necessary--be it fascination, pity, sympathy, or whatever else. The most you could get out of my mouth at a similar point may be "wow," or "interesting." Never listen to what I say, look at my eyes and see what they have to tell. That's how I've learned to communicate. That's also why I'm never afraid to look someone in the eyes. Where it makes others uncomfortable, such an interaction is my domain, and I thoroughly enjoy it.
Alright, I'll stop before I go too deep and start spouting various thoughts that were not meant to be seen. That was pretty scattered, although some thoughts connect and others don't, I don't much care, not right now. If nothing more, that was at least a partial glimpse into my mind, the thoughts that flit around inside my head. Interpret at will.
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