What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
Is everything an appropriate answer? That’s how I feel sometimes. If I had to choose one thing, though, I’d choose my way of thinking. I have a hard time connecting with others because I think so outside the box. In some cases, I come off as crazy, unrealistic, and blind to the truth. But, I see it as believing, dreaming, working, and fighting to change the sadness in our reality. Trying to explain those things to people is hard. I’m so tired of watching people give into the norms of society—high-school-college- work-family, etc. They don’t do their best to strive for anything more than that.
As a world, we haven’t even begun to understand the number of possibilities surrounding us. There are living, breathing ideas floating around, waiting to come to life. We are simply vessels for some greater purpose. Where do our thoughts come from? Where do our bursts of inspiration come from? How can you meet someone for the first time, but feel like you’ve known them forever? How do you explain love? Why are we even here?
See what I mean? Hard to understand—that’s me. I have those questions—x100—racing through my mind nonstop, daily. I don’t express them out loud anymore, knowing the way I’ll be portrayed after the fact. The confusion, that comes with questions from the people I’ve let see this side of me, just isn’t worth it. Not now, anyway.