I just wish I could speak and be heard. I can wholeheartedly express my earnest need for recognition. I feel completely unrecognized so I choose to be by myself, where I can develop my thoughts, and find understanding. I choose that over being told someone else’s thoughts are the right ones. I feel unrecognized with friends and family. Most of the time it’s their stories and my insincere reactions. I would care more about silly facebook game they’re playing on the comptuer or what new CD they bought, if they paid attention to the concepts I realized were possible in my imagination, and the ideas I heard that I loved. But I am genuinely ignored and therefore genuinely disinterested. Fairly, when I fight through it, there are a few brief moments where I feel actually heard and felt, but they are completely bittersweet because they last but a moment, and then that person is right back to pushing their own views. But that’s if I’m lucky; most of the time my input is seen as an aside to whatever the other person’s message is. And they are talking about TV shows, compared to me who is talking about my actual experience of, and relationship to real life, not as an observer or outsider, but experiencer, and it’s deemed anectodal and unimportant, every time! I was with my pops today, and we were watching a documentary on the 60’s, and I can’t tell you how many times I felt validated by what the musicians were saying about the direction of the culture at the time, with the openness to alternatives and exploring new possibilities mentality. Sometimes I would speak up and say “I can relate to that, from experience, because I had a similar realization earlier today!, I was playing guitar, and I realized…”, and my pops would wait for me to finish and say “Yeah that’s true hold on a minute, let me rewind it, I missed what he just said, check it out, you’ll get what he’s saying”, and I would say “I already know I relate to it, because Im saying it now (one real human to another)”. The show was chock full of guitarists talking about how they feel about music, their relationship to finding new approaches, emulating what you love, absorbing various traits from different artists you love, combining different ideas, and discovering unexplored possibilities on your own personal creative path. I related to it hands down Resoundingly as a guitar player. I felt I was hearing my own thoughts, spoken in different ways by all these greats. Any given point I would make my pops would basically deem it an unnecessary overanalysis, where I would bring up a specific detail, and my pops would say “Yeah he’s a great guitar player”, and I would have to say “I know he’s great, but I’m saying something else entirely, something specific, a detail about his playing, did you hear what I said at all?”. And then the guitar player himself would go on after I pointed it out, to say essentially the same thing. So I’ve learned once again that it’s not important to hear me say it out loud.
- which is just a drawn out example of my overall battle to overcome in life lately: not being heard. Saying it, in plain english, and not being heard. The response is a different answer altogether than what I am actually specifically talking about. As long as I know it’s possible to be heard, I will keep battling through all the denials of my experience and try to keep talking about it.