“What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never know why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even know themselves. Nobody understands anybody.”
– Orson Scott Card
I am going through a very hard time right now. The reason? Doesn’t matter. Just another hard time – you know how it is. You have them too. It would be great if life stayed up there on those peaks all the time, but we all know that the trail dips to the valleys every now and then.
And it sucks.
But this time, I’m starting to realize something. Most problems we have (all of us – not just me), at their very core, exist because people just don’t understand one another. And like the quote above illustrates, how can we? We don’t even understand ourselves.
Well, I don’t know if you care or not, but I’m going to use this blog to try to understand myself. I’m getting ready to describe…me.
And you know what? Maybe by the end of it, you’ll understand me too. And hey, who knows? Maybe this might even help you understand you. Or at least try. That’s all we can do, right?
“Walk with me for awhile, my friend—you in my shoes, I in yours—and then let us talk.”
– Richelle E. Goodrich
I am passionate.
I mean, seriously. I don’t half-ass anything. When I feel something, I freakin feel it. As you can imagine, that can go both ways. When I love you, I soooo love you. I’m hopelessly devoted and cannot even imagine being with anyone else. But when a negative emotion hits? You’re going to get the same intensity as the positive. If I’m mad, I’m furious. If you hurt me, I’m crushed.
I am innocent.
I hate to admit that, but I am. I’m naïve. I truly don’t understand this new world that we’re in where relationships have become casual and ‘hooking up’ seems to be the norm. I don’t desire to go out and drink until the wee hours of the morning. I have no desire whatsoever to ‘date.’ I am the most happy when I’m in a loving, committed relationship. Nothing else will do for me. My preferred past-time is hanging out with a bunch of kids and goofing off – not partying. Does that make me a dud? I guess.
I am loyal.
Once I am committed to something, I’m in. You can trust me 150%. There are no gray areas.
I am obsessive.
I admit it. I find it so incredibly hard to get my mind off of whatever is bothering me. I want to fix it. And a lot of people’s way of ‘fixing’ something is to find something else to temporarily ease the pain. Not me. I want to talk it to death; beat it to death; squeeze it until every last drop of life is gone. I have lost a lot of people I love this way because I tend to love people who are exactly the opposite. People who need their time and space to deal with things. I have always hated this about myself.
I am intensely intuitive.
I know when something is not right. Maybe that stems from my extreme interest in other people. People fascinate me, so I pay attention to them. I watch what they do and figure out why they do it. So, with that being the case, I can usually spot when something is not right. I know the signs and signals. The problem with this? The problem is that while yes, something may be off, my overactive imagination turns what may be a little molehill into Mount Everest. I picture the absolute worst scenario in my head and assume that is the case until I know otherwise. Then, when I find out otherwise, it’s hard to put what I’ve found out in place of what I already assumed to be true. That sucks.
I am honest.
To a fault. I lay it ALL out there. Whether you want it or not. And the problem with that? I expect others to be that way too. And then I’m crushed when they’re not. I wish I were a better liar. I wish I could be mysterious. I wish, I wish, I wish. But it’s not going to happen. It’s not who I am. And since it’s not who I am, I am especially sensitive to it in other people. I don’t understand it, and I am deeply wounded by it. Once I’ve seen dishonesty, it’s really, really, hard for me to unsee it.
I am forgiving.
I fully understand that this may seem to counteract what I just said. But it doesn’t. You’ve heard of forgiving and forgetting? Well, the forgiving part is easy for me. I have forgiven so many things over the years. I understand that people make mistakes. I hope people understand that I make mistakes too. Crap happens. But forgetting? *Sigh* Sadly, forgetting is not my specialty. Can one exist without the other? I don’t know, you tell me.
And finally, one last thing.
I like myself.
It’s true. Yes, I’ve just mentioned some things that aren’t so great about my personality. But I’ve listed some things that I think are pretty honorable too. I have finally – FINALLY – come to a place in my life where I realize that I’m just really not that bad. I fully understand that some people cannot accept my blunt, intense nature. But I just absolutely cannot change who I am. Just like they can’t change who they are. We just have to learn to live together, you know? Flaws, differences, quirks. We just have to accept ourselves for who we are, and accept others for who they are. That’s the only choice we have.
Now that I’ve written this, I’m not sure what the point was really. I guess I’m just hoping to be understood. That’s all we’re ever hoping for, isn’t it? Do you see yourself in anything I’ve described? Are you the complete opposite? Is someone you love like me? Do you think understanding them might help?
It’s your turn.
Who are you?
There may be someone that could really benefit from you letting them know. It could be a start to mending something that is broken.
I sure hope so. Life is way too short for the alternative.
“Before we can forgive one another, we have to understand one another.”
– Emma Goldman