I run from people who say they know me better than I know myself too. They never do. They know the mold they want me to fit in. They can see it so perfectly. Except they can't see I don't fit in it. Jill's comment made me smile. It is a great piece. :)
And yet I love the idea of truly being seen. People that have known me all my life don’t love the rotten parts, the shadowy figures moving behind my eyes. And yet I want someone to see it. What is that??? I’m vexed by this question nightly.
I love this. There's something precious about being seen and accepted for who we are. Maybe because it's rare. Some people refuse to see the parts of us they don't want to see. Some people, once they see something they don't like, run. Shouting you're not who I thought you are. For someone to see the entirety of us and still love us, that's maybe the rarest of all. I think the reason we long for it is that we want to be loved for who we are, not for the mask we wear.
Yea. I’ve never completely taken off all my masks with anyone except my dad (but it was his job to guide me, and he tried to rein me in so I could avoid the loneliness he felt, I guess), my dog, and people on the internet. I suppose that’s safe because it’s one-way traffic when I write. I don’t have to care about whether or not I’m accepted in a room on these platforms. But when I read, I want to know what devastated someone. Share the pain. Use its polarity to bring my own to the surface maybe? But I don’t do that with people in my life.
This might be the aha that I’m the problem, and I don’t understand why it only amuses me. Humans must be very strange animals.
I'm the same. I seldom take off my masks with family. I don't see that as an aha that I'm the problem. I'm over 50 and know their reactions by now. I just see it as a stage of maturity in which we realize that most people have limited ability to accept what they don't agree with or feel/experience themselves. Family is not exempt from that. And yeah - we are strange animals for sure. lol :)
When it comes to love, I believe we see the world differently. However, I enjoy reading and sharing your worldview because you write so captivatingly. Love helped create empathy in me and I can feel everything you are communicating with your words. You do it so well.
I run from people who say they know me better than I know myself too. They never do. They know the mold they want me to fit in. They can see it so perfectly. Except they can't see I don't fit in it. Jill's comment made me smile. It is a great piece. :)
And yet I love the idea of truly being seen. People that have known me all my life don’t love the rotten parts, the shadowy figures moving behind my eyes. And yet I want someone to see it. What is that??? I’m vexed by this question nightly.
I love this. There's something precious about being seen and accepted for who we are. Maybe because it's rare. Some people refuse to see the parts of us they don't want to see. Some people, once they see something they don't like, run. Shouting you're not who I thought you are. For someone to see the entirety of us and still love us, that's maybe the rarest of all. I think the reason we long for it is that we want to be loved for who we are, not for the mask we wear.
Yea. I’ve never completely taken off all my masks with anyone except my dad (but it was his job to guide me, and he tried to rein me in so I could avoid the loneliness he felt, I guess), my dog, and people on the internet. I suppose that’s safe because it’s one-way traffic when I write. I don’t have to care about whether or not I’m accepted in a room on these platforms. But when I read, I want to know what devastated someone. Share the pain. Use its polarity to bring my own to the surface maybe? But I don’t do that with people in my life.
This might be the aha that I’m the problem, and I don’t understand why it only amuses me. Humans must be very strange animals.
I'm the same. I seldom take off my masks with family. I don't see that as an aha that I'm the problem. I'm over 50 and know their reactions by now. I just see it as a stage of maturity in which we realize that most people have limited ability to accept what they don't agree with or feel/experience themselves. Family is not exempt from that. And yeah - we are strange animals for sure. lol :)
When it comes to love, I believe we see the world differently. However, I enjoy reading and sharing your worldview because you write so captivatingly. Love helped create empathy in me and I can feel everything you are communicating with your words. You do it so well.
Love this, Roman. Your writing always stuns me. It's breathtaking.
In my limited experience, knowing is the death of curiosity. And maybe the enemy of truth, which seems to be less of a place and more of an entity.
We were not allowed to be so now we have to know — that’s a damn fine insight
Simply gorgeous, Roman. That’s all I can say.
You’re endlessly awesome. 😎
This is a great piece. I wasn't sure if I'd read it before somewhere else but it was fantastic.
I’m pretty sure you have.