You think you wish to be understood, until you realise the implications of what being understood means - it is to be utterly dissected - exposed - all your weapons known, catalogued and anticipated - your every point of shame revealed, it is the ultimate vulnerability. It is to lay your head on the lap of the one who grasps you, and with exposed jugular and nothing but faith to say: "Do not behead me."
So more accurately, it is not that you generally wish to be understood, but simply more the case you are frustrated by how people tarnish you with their uncharitable misunderstandings, and that, ideally, you would be understood fully by one person and one person alone: the sole soul you call your sweetheart, the one you see as the extension of yourself beyond yourself that you would merge and become one with - your beautiful exception - but otherwise, you should desire to be completely and utterly an enigma: a vicious paradox - confusing, misunderstood, illegible - for it is that which keeps your most fiercely guarded treasure safe - your inner world - the little Eden that only you and your chosen who chose you may taste and explore.
Notice how the adult recording ignores the boy hitting the girl, but only intervenes when SHE hits back. This is exactly why men grow up feeling entitled and thinking they’re untouchable. EDUCATE YOUR SONS.
i’d rather share a table with the poor, lesbians, gay men, trans people, sex workers, and everyone society calls “undeserving” than spend my life around people whose faith has become an excuse for arrogance and condemnation.
one of the reasons Gen Z is so unafraid in protests is because they don’t have a future to be excited about. Housing is unaffordable, Currency converts to peanuts, education giving diminishing returns….
I think one of the most heartfelt experiences in life is discovering that someone genuinely enjoys your presence. Not what you provide, Not your accomplishments. Just you, your thoughts, your energy, your existence.