I Want to Be Understood By Just One Person

Sometimes You Have To Get To Know Someone Really Well To Realize You're Really Strangers.... We come from totally different lives… His parents were drug addicts and he moved more often than he changed his socks, living in condemned, abandoned houses with no running water or electricity. Ward and June Cleaver were my parents, my dad was soccer coach and my mom was in the PTA. We lived in the suburbs of a big city, in the same house my dad grew up in, the same house my parents still live in to this day. He grew up wandering around alone in the woods, his dog his only friend. My parents wouldn’t allow us to cross bend at the end of our cul-de-sac. While he is at the polar opposite end of the zodiac, a logical, unimaginative pessimist who has no qualms about his bluntly rude nature, I am a true Pisces, an extremely spiritual, creative dreamer who is full of optimism and kindness. He doesn’t understand me any more than I understand him. Why do opposites attract? And why is it that the more converse two people are… the more intense the attraction? The two of us share this formidable magnetism that has an intensity only matched by the severe repulsion we have for each other. We are like magnets, forever either violently repelling away from each other, or desperately pulling one another in... More often than not, we will both be participants in the same conversation, but each of us will have a recollection that is almost polar opposite. I still have not figured out a way to convey my thoughts without him jumping to the most negative conclusion any person could ever jump to… and once his assumption has been made, it is instantly solidified in his reality, set in stone with no possibility of convincing him otherwise. To make matters worse, each of these assumptions he is formulating are derived from a series of incorrect assumptions he has made previously. Much like the game “Telephone” you used to play as a kid in grade school on rainy days when you couldn’t go outside and play… Everyone sits in a circle and one person whispers something to the next, then that person whispers what they heard to the next, so on and so forth until the last person is told…. In the game, it is entertaining to see how muddled the words get, most of the time it will be so far from the original it becomes almost unrecognizable…. I wish he understood my methods of thought and communication… Because, it is almost impossible to live with a person whose communication style is so unlike your own.