SOMETIMES

MISUNDERSTOOD

Wrong impressions.
Wrong first impressions that become lasting impressions.
Misheard conversations.
Misjudged actions.
Words lost in translation. Misinterpretation.
Inadequate comprehension. Misconstrued information.

There is always something twisted, something changed and redefined to be what it wasn't intended to be. There is always something missing, something lagging. There is always a gap, always a reason, always a lack when it comes to misunderstood people and misunderstood situations.

Misunderstood people are easier; easier to be pinpointed as the ones lacking comprehension, understanding, and communication. It's them that face the brunt of it all. It's them that are constantly scrutinized; their intentions misjudged and misconstrued. Their communication conveniently lost in translation because it's easier for it to be. It's these people who have it rough.

It then makes me wonder - are we then saying, life and communication, two very complex disciplines that are ever evolving with the times, never clash? Are we then saying that communication as a discipline never gets lost in translation from one person to the next? Are we saying that it's always the deliberate choice and action of one person that leads to misunderstandings? Are we then saying people choose to be misunderstood?

Life already is hard as it is. It's hard to navigate, hard to figure out, and hard to conquer! That on its own warrants that communication will get hard and that things will get lost in translation, and that is never anyone's fault! It is because of this complexity, however, that we find people getting lazy; lazy to get to know people, and understanding them. It is because of this complexity that we see misunderstandings become the first and only resort because it is easier. It is easier to compartmentalize, easier to justify, and easier to defend. People no longer have the time and patience to understand life and the intricacies and complexities of communication. People no longer have the heart to know people patiently, slowly, and gently.

Communication also changes with the times, languages evolve, and mannerisms evolve and develop as per era. There is so much that goes into it. So much. I refuse to believe that it's a coincidence that the same kind of people per era, per century, always fall into the same category of being misunderstood. I refuse to believe that it's just the way things are.

My heart breaks for people like that. The misunderstood. The ones who don't fit the mold of everyday popular dialogue, communication, and trends of life. My heart breaks for them that communicate well, but not well enough in accordance to societal standards and acceptable temperaments of people. My heart breaks for them that try and try and try but always seem to get misunderstood all the time. My heart breaks for them that always end up having all they say, and all they do, be misconstrued into something that they weren't trying to communicate. My heart breaks for all of them. Each and every single one of them.

My heart breaks for them that end up getting used to being misunderstood. My heart breaks for them that accept it as a reality of the life they are living. My heart breaks for them that stop trying because it'll never matter. My heart breaks for them that come to a resolution that no matter what they say and do, things will always be misconstrued, and they will always be misunderstood. My heart breaks for them that end up having to shut down who they are - personalities, quirks, and all - because no one cares enough to understand it and appreciate it. My heart breaks for them that start questioning their voice of reason. My heart breaks for them that question who they really are because of always being misunderstood. My heart breaks for them that end up being gaslit into an identity crisis because of constant misunderstandings.

My heart breaks for them because a life lived misunderstood, is a life lived in complete loneliness.