Our one conversations a year have a way of teaching me more than I ever thought I could learn about people I’ve cared about for so long in just a few short hours. Specifically because it used to take me so long to get over things, I guess it did take me two years and a half to truly be at peace, and maybe a little longer than that if my most recent momentary outburst is any indication.
I would get so unhappy once about the lack of frequency and depth to our communication sometimes and how little the holidays seemed to do about it. I’m beginning to realize that all of that - and much of my misery senior year and right after - was more my failure to understand them than any other thing. I got so angry sometimes about how I didn’t think I was being listened to, and sometimes I do think that was valid. Yet, the most important question was probably whether I was really listening. I was so obsessed with really unimportant, narrow things that I don’t think I could have accurately assessed anything, really.
Food for thought.
December 30, 2009, 12:48am Comments
