I've been censoring myself again on here...
But my head is full of thoughts and I want to get out. I feel that this is the best way for me to explain what I'm thinking, so the next few posts might be disconnected, incomplete thoughts.
I truly have nothing to complain about in my life.
I'm feeling alone but not the sad kind of alone...it's difficult to explain. And it's not that I feel alone in the sense that I don't have someone to talk to, because I know I do. But I feel alone in the fact that I feel that no one will understand me. Ever.
I enjoy the sound of nothing. Sometimes I like to sit in a quiet house with nothing but the thoughts in my head swirling about. I've liked this for as long as I can remember. I remember being about 8 years old, just sitting in my room and my mother asking what I was doing, probably thinking that I was up to no good, and I replied, "thinking". She thought this was hilarious, and of course I had no idea what was so funny.
I don't have many memories of my childhood, they are more like clips from movies, almost dream like. The colors are too vibrant and the people aren't people that I remember. And mostly these "memories" only come when jogged by an object, a photo, a story one of my family members would tell.
And I wonder if all of these things are related. That in some way, my enjoyment of feeling alone, in silence, has something to do with my childhood and the fact that I can't remember these things.
Today I took a nap, and had awful dreams...which is strange, because I remember when I was laying down on the verge of sleepdom, thinking how happy I was in this moment. I'm wondering if at some point my brain tried to remember the last time I was this happy and it couldn't so it went to all the places that made me so unhappy. The failed relationships, the missed connections of friends, these memories that I could no longer remember.
So I sit here, in silence, with nothing but the sound of my thoughts and my fingers on the keys and I think, "life is good. you're alive. this is what happiness feels like."
And then I wonder if I'm destined to be alone forever...
Perhaps our parade of two in the course of our childhood was a metaphor, an event to be shared by the masses yet gone unseen but by us.
ReplyDeleteI also feel like no one will ever understand me. My past relationships have taught me you can never possess love you can only be part of it. I try to focus on living in the moment and recognizing the simple things that bring me happiness. I may be alone but maybe not in thought. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI knew since I was very young that not many people would understand me. Heck, I'm making everything up as I go along. I try to surround myself with people that accept me for who I am. And they better like to laugh a lot, especially about bodily functions.
ReplyDeleteoh toby, I often think of the day in millinery when i had to leave the room i was laughing so hard...it makes me smile from ear to ear. also, i just farted!
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