It is impossible to close your earlids because you have none. Hence you get bored of certain types of conversation occasionally. Such as the one below:
Girl: They don't...they will never understand me.
Girlfriend: Don't bother about them, hun. I understand youuu.
Girl (crestfallen, but trying to hide it awkwardly): Uh... aww... I know. You... always do.
At this instant, 1 is added to the gargantuan tally of the number of mourners fretting about how the world does not understand them.
This need to be understood not just by anyone, but everyone, is an increasingly common trend. Like in fashion, cultural fashion. The demanded right to be given very unique attention not just by someone who loves you but also every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. And, most of the time it isn't devoid of reason nor is it surprising. We often yearn to be understood by a family member, a girlfriend/boyfriend, a filial acquaintance. Even God wants to be understood a little more by his worshipers (though there hasn't been much success). Why? Because they have a direct emotional link, and in such relationships one would expect emotional support.
Other times you cringed - the victim blames the whole world, or whole groups of people for 'not understanding'. Blame can optionally be placed on the entire male or female species if you happen to find that it's not the whole world. This angst-y first cousin of the global phenomenon is what I want to type about. It seems to be different from the rest, it seems to be devoid of reason.
But I think it is not totally devoid of causal reason. That girl earlier may not have been given the same opportunities as everyone around her. Or she may not have been granted the degree of attention she wants. Many want the world to give them attention, and they strive to do so by inventing funny things like light bulbs or brooms. If attention is what she craves, I think she is irresponsible - she wants attention - just like that. For nothing! Go invent something first!
I noticed that these folks were depressed (although most not clinically). They look up at the accursed world very angrily, as it is the world's fault for not understanding them. The world will never understand. But let's throw it back and see what comes out of the equation: do they consider understanding others around them with the same urgency, especially the ones they vehemently accuse? For if they did, only then will it be one way care, only then will there be an issue of injustice and naturally a cause for justification. That would have shed much light on the matter of reason.
Even more puzzling is the fact that most actually do not want to be understood. They challenge others to try to get to know them, but the closer someone gets and makes clear all perceptions, the more vehemently they will deny even those that are obvious; the more aggressively they will try to tear down what others perceive and in some cases resort to tear down those responded kindly to their self-pitying act. They demand to be understood. And once pried open, like children they throw tantrums, demanding to be a mystery for fear of losing the gratification of being one. They are afraid to be happy.
It may be a component of self-worship, which we practice to a certain degree. Some think it's wrong, most think it's right. This post is not about that. It's about how many are of the opinion that others will be most delighted in understanding their whims and fancies. Nevertheless, self-worship is where it starts (well, almost all problems and angst start with self-worship). There most definitely exists something intrinsic in us that wants to devote to something, someone; that also wants to make itself god. And I believe that, eventually it must take a stand. People followed and served Jesus, Humanity, Hitler. People followed glory and blood. When 'social order' evolved to be more established it was harder to take a stand on the absolute ends. And all the while, we were the same intrinsically. We are scorned when devoting too much to God, and we would probably be laughed at if we asked random strangers on the road to worship us as gods today. But that crave still exists. All that energy has to be released in some form, right? Remember, energy cannot be created nor destroyed (oh well, I personally think that's false but let's leave that up to advance physics classes and mini-black holes. We'll stick to convention this time).
So I thought to myself: this girl seems to be releasing energy.
