Puzzle Pieces

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: mulling over Spanish script
Listening to: Lost My Pieces --Toradora OST

"'When someone else thinks that they know me and act like they do. I hate that! It p---es me off! Why don't you understand?!'
'Do you want or not want people to understand you?!'
'I don't know! No one will know what I'm thinking! Because . . . because, I don't even know myself.'" Toradora Episode 8

That's totally me right there, and I suspect quite a lot of others are like that, too. When people understand us, we're happy, because obviously, we want to be understood. It makes us feel like we can relate with them, giving a sense of belonging.

People want to belong somewhere.

On the other hand, when people try to guess what you're feeling, and when it's wrong, you get mad. For some reason it's frustrating that people don't understand you and can't be able to tell how you're feeling all the time, in any situation. Then all of the sudden, we start to rant at either how they can't understand and to mind their own business, or we claim that they can never understand us and they never did at all. Maybe what we want is perfection.

Perfection that doesn't exist.

But because we are selfish and conceited, we expect things to come out okay, everything is going to be okay, and in the end, everything will be perfect.

Sometimes people just need to hear, "Everything is going to be okay." Even if it's a lie.

"Everything looks perfect from far away." Such Great Heights --The Postal Service

"Everything Looks Perfect from Far Away" --Thomas Hawk [Flickr]