Understanding (Art)
I don’t think people realize how loud things can get, not actual noise but just everything else.
People wanting answers, but not liking the answers given, people deciding who you are. people telling you what you meant or what you must have been thinking, and it piles up until it feels like you’re standing in the middle of something and everyone is pulling at you from a different direction
I try to do the right thing most of the time and i try to listen, i try to explain myself when it makes sense, i try to stay quiet when it doesn’t, but it still ends up feeling like everything is grabbing at you anyway. like no matter what you say, someone is already deciding what it means before you even finish the sentence
and after a while it stops feeling like a conversation.
Every word gets picked apart, every sentence gets turned into something else, and suddenly you’re defending things you didn’t even mean that way in the first place.
Sometimes i reread things i wrote and i genuinely don’t understand how people ended up seeing something completely different in it, maybe i explain things badly.
I wish i understood people better, and i just wish people tried a little harder to understand me too.
