It’s not that nobody understands me, but I understand nobody?
I guess it’s sort of like a vicious cycle. If you don’t understand people, you feel left out and claim that nobody understands you, you shut yourself away from the world and hide in a corner to whine about the situation for the next however many years, and by the time you wake up from this whole selfish business, the best part of your life is pretty much wasted.
How do people understand others? How can people be relateable?
Honestly, in my twisted pessimistic view of life, I find it hard to believe that people will ever be inherently good. When we’re born, we have no idea what to do as babies except cry whenever something’s wrong. So we have to learn about what’s right and wrong in our society, whether it’s through Aesop’s Fables, Disney Princess movies, your parents, or just plain experience.
But how can people relate to each other like that? We’ve all grown up in different environments with different life stories our parents would tell us or different levels of education in school. How can something so complicated and intangible like a connection between people be so universal?
Maybe I’m just spending all this time waiting for an answer rather than looking for one myself, but I feel like I really do have to know. I feel like if/when I do figure this whole thing out, everything would make sense to me. I’d see human concepts better which explains a lot of the “he said, she said” thing or the “he/she left me for him/her”. Or the “he/she likes me, but i like him/her while him/her likes he/she”.
Haha, yeah, the last one was overdoing it.
