Plea #78: Implications of Thought Some people have no interest in the same things I do.
That's something we come to terms with after being rejected from conversation as a kid.
But do we ever really think about that?
Everyone KNOWS they're different from one another, but for the most part, I feel like we all seem to project our thoughts and behaviors onto others, regardless.
It's the only way we can begin to understand those around us. The only frame of reference we have for thought... is ourselves.
That's the only person we can ever truly "know."
So I often think I have a solid grasp on my acquaintances' thought processes, but then they mention their complete and utter abstinence from literature, and my world is shattered.
I insist that they must not have read the right books, or that they did it wrong in some way, but no...
They read the same things I did, in the exact same fashion... and hated it.
That's when I realized that there are some who exist, of which I will NEVER understand.
Those who, from conception, prioritize and enjoy COMPLETELY different things than I do.
And that's okay... but it's very bizarre to think about.
It's a little disturbing. Realizing the myopathy of my worldview.
The narrow understanding I have of the human mind, and the impossibility of truly understanding its variants.
It's good that people all think differently. But it's definitely weird.
And certainly something I can never really *get*. There's a beauty and a horror in that.
I suppose then, that there's an *art* in it.