It’s just a matter of perspective
So hard to be in someone else’s shoes
Try and try as you might, it’s never a good enough fit and you never will manage to empathize with the problems plaguing the other person. You think of scenarios, try to drown in their sorrows… Nothing! No true reaction besides concern and pity. Pity is such a weird thing. It’s wrong if you don’t feel pity for someone else’s misery; but god forbid someone show pity to you.
OK. Everyone doesn’t show aversion to such feelings. Think about it though. Being the person whose shoes are being measured to be fitted really does suck. You want people to understand, so you try and reach out, with whatever is ailing you; your saga, if you will. It’s rather like hearing Ramayana. Ram was indeed getting a raw deal, screwed for having to go on such a long hike, banished, yada yada. But before you know it, the guy is as much of a prick as any other and you secretly think he had it coming. Well not the entire story, maybe just a lil bit.
Why do we even bother? Very few, if any, can really help. I think I rather like being the tight lipped person that I am. I know some who guard their feelings more than me. I wish they would talk. Tell me what they are thinking, feeling, seeing. Not because I’m intrusive. Oh no. just a mild curiosity. Maybe ‘cos I think they would make more sense in their inner ramblings than me. Well, I do have a big nose :-)
My baby is getting married. I was hoping to turn the skeptic feeling he had doing it into a more positive thing; especially since, he was going to do it anyways. Might as well be happy about it right? Guess he is ready for it after all. Then I think about the woman he is going to spend his whole life with. Will she be able to see the special person underneath the tough, wise guy exterior? And will he manage to open up and love this woman?
It’s weird when you question things. Life would have been so much better if belief in happiness was all that was needed to have it. It’s a rather lost cause when you are skeptic and want to measure shoes of all things.
Things will be fine though. They usually are. It’s just a matter of perspective.
Try and try as you might, it’s never a good enough fit and you never will manage to empathize with the problems plaguing the other person. You think of scenarios, try to drown in their sorrows… Nothing! No true reaction besides concern and pity. Pity is such a weird thing. It’s wrong if you don’t feel pity for someone else’s misery; but god forbid someone show pity to you.
OK. Everyone doesn’t show aversion to such feelings. Think about it though. Being the person whose shoes are being measured to be fitted really does suck. You want people to understand, so you try and reach out, with whatever is ailing you; your saga, if you will. It’s rather like hearing Ramayana. Ram was indeed getting a raw deal, screwed for having to go on such a long hike, banished, yada yada. But before you know it, the guy is as much of a prick as any other and you secretly think he had it coming. Well not the entire story, maybe just a lil bit.
Why do we even bother? Very few, if any, can really help. I think I rather like being the tight lipped person that I am. I know some who guard their feelings more than me. I wish they would talk. Tell me what they are thinking, feeling, seeing. Not because I’m intrusive. Oh no. just a mild curiosity. Maybe ‘cos I think they would make more sense in their inner ramblings than me. Well, I do have a big nose :-)
My baby is getting married. I was hoping to turn the skeptic feeling he had doing it into a more positive thing; especially since, he was going to do it anyways. Might as well be happy about it right? Guess he is ready for it after all. Then I think about the woman he is going to spend his whole life with. Will she be able to see the special person underneath the tough, wise guy exterior? And will he manage to open up and love this woman?
It’s weird when you question things. Life would have been so much better if belief in happiness was all that was needed to have it. It’s a rather lost cause when you are skeptic and want to measure shoes of all things.
Things will be fine though. They usually are. It’s just a matter of perspective.
posted by procrastinator at 8:49 AM
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