This Blog is an outlet for the random thoughts of an amateur opinionator.
What's an opinionator?
An opinionator is somebody who has power without responsibility, and the ability to spout off on any subject without worrying too much about the consequences of what comes out of the mouth. All you need is an opinion and the opportunity to voice it.
TV is full of professional opinionators. The internet gives the amateur his chance.
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Author: aLmich
*Sigh
Everybody’s in a pressure cabin now. Everybody’s getting too sensitive. Everybody’s freaking out of nowhere. Everybody’s just not them right now. And I understand that.
The day made me realize things. I stopped on what I was doing, breathed and decided to write.
How do you deal with misconceptions? Some days you let it slide because, well, it is afterall a misconception, and you figure, hey, they’ll figure it out eventually and if not, good riddance.
It seems directly proportionate to the amount you feel about and for someone to how much their misunderstanding of you will affect you. The more you care about them, the more you care what they think. The less you care, the less frustrated you are when they get it wrong.
I’m finding that I’ve spent the greater part of my congnizant life being misunderstood and mislabeled…from the time my parents refused to understand why I would cry for no reason and told me to simply cut it out [maybe it was in fact depression],to my adulthood and the relationships I’ve attempted to have who did not and never would have the capacity to understand someone like me.
I think that sometimes people misunderstand because to understand might cause them greater pain or confusion. I think that sometimes people misunderstand because they’re afraid to really comprehend another person or another belief or another culture or another preference. Fear can drive people to do some pretty fucked up things. Maybe misunderstanding someone is just another way to hide from that fear and from the reality it presents. It’s easier to simply misunderstand and play dumb. It’s easier to not quite get it right because to get it or someone right requires too much work.
People rebel against being misunderstood. People kick and scream and cry and suffer and fall apart. All because they are misunderstood. People act out against it, write songs and poems in protest–anything to get their misunderstood voice out there so that maybe someday someone will understand. People speak up and out in desperation, as a last ditch effort, because they have nowhere else to turn, because they have to do something. So that there’s a record of them being misunderstood and what it really all comes down to is perspective. And no perspective is a Truth.
And sometimes people blog about it. Blog about the loneliness that being misunderstood brings. About the isolation and the alienation. Even misunderstood people need the chance to be accepted and loved and understood.
Because we are different, we are misunderstood. By default, we are misunderstood. We are brought up to be misunderstood and to misunderstand. And the disconnects keep getting easier and easier to commit.
I’m feeling misunderstood and I’m blogging about it. Not to be understood. Not about which I am misunderstood. Not to be on some sort of psuedo record of being misunderstood. Blogging because it is a lonely feeling indeed even though I know I’m not the only one.
