Pisces

Misunderstood

2. Remember that you're an artist.

As I mentioned in the first chapter, I want to go into more detail about how we can be misunderstood and hopefully reach out to other Pisces who are struggling with being misjudged.

I am a Pisces if you haven't guessed already, but I love the other signs as well. They intrigue me. How Capricorn can be sweet and intelligent. Scorpio, being the strong-headed and mysterious. Aries being stubborn and free-willed. I would love to have the chance to live as each of the twelve signs for at least a day. To get a better look and see what goes on in their minds.

Most of the stereotypes I read of Pisces are calling us cowardice fish who go around acting like we live on pity and/or we crush everything in our paths. No, they're wrong. I'm frustrated because people who can't understand that Pisces are just like them in every way. I want to believe that Pisces share a trait from every sign. It makes so much sense when you think about it. This is how we understand people so well. We have such a beautiful talent for reading other people's feelings and having a sixth sense of how to read people. Were psychics.

People think we are weak. "We are simple-minded fish that can't even do anything right." That's the crap we get for understanding.

Us Pisces dream, if it's winning the lottery to dreaming of a better life, but more than anything, I dream about everyone understanding.

I don't like being the center of attention, I want to blend in the background observing. It's where I feel most comfortable.

I used to dream about being a princess, I even wrote a silly little story. Then I got a slap in the face and the handprint read Reality. It's cruel. Knowing how hard you dreamt up that fantasy and knowing it may never come true. Yet I still do it. Why? Because it's my sanity, my passion. Why can't people understand that I have a heart and mind of past souls? I truly believe in an afterlife, that I have been here on this Earth in another form.

I love being alone, hear my own thoughts. Sometimes when I do get to be alone in my house, the silence makes me crazy and I tend to come up with scenarios of how many ways to die, but I love it. I love to think. Think and dream about how many ways I can escape the reality that is holding me captive.

Not only do we feel like we live in two worlds, but we also feel guilty of being so selfish. I feel selfish every time I take a bite of food, someone more deserving needs this food. I think of children in third world countries not eating, not getting their proper hygiene. I feel bad I know they're humans and they deserve to live a better life. everyone does, but that's what the world gives you.

And we have to live in it.

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