What I’m Hanging Hope On Today:It’s true. I’m not okay. My attention wanders seemingly at random a large percentage of the time. And I have at best a very shallow grasp of how the people around me may think, or feel, or even perceive any situation we may both be involved in, let alone where they might be coming from that makes them ascribe meaning to things the way they do.
On the other hand, every time I interact with a new person, it seems I see, yet again, a person who describes a world they have no real agency in, or else a world that they are neither open minded enough to understand nor open handed enough with their time and energy in order to create. All I have to base this opinion on is my strange relationship with language, and my familiarity and experience with what people do tell me is actually intentional behavior on their part.
Perhaps we are, all of us, equally lost in our own heads and what are ultimately aimless day to day activities. Maybe, like waking up from a strange dream, we’ll one day get out of our individual sleeping spaces, really finally encounter each other, and work together to figure out what it all really meant. We’ll see…
It’s gonna be okay. What do you say?
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