it's 3am... do you know where your cat is?

Do people really understand what you mean? Or do they just like what it would mean to understand what your saying? Do they just like to feel like they're connecting with you, like they share the same conviction and passion you have? Like when you read a poem, and you can tell it's really insightful. And you just know, hey. That's a beautiful poem. And you say you love it because it sounds so pretty. But do you really? Do you understand what it is saying? What the words mean? Or do you just love feeling like you know what it means?.. What it would mean for you to understand it?

Because if you know that if you actually understood that poem, every single line, identified with the author and deciphered all his coded poem talk, you would be thinking like a poetic genius. A real, published, renowned, poetic genius. That would be so cool. You would feel so... enlightened. And in touch with your soul. So smart. So very damned smart.

Personally, I hate poetry. If you were feeling really sad and wanted to write about it, why do you need to disguise it? Instead of being all "the curtains were black" and expecting people to know that what that really means is that you are depressed, why couldn't you just be like "my soul was feeling really sad"? Now this has turned into a rant about poetry... time for concluding comments.

I guess my theory could be supported by the psychological principle that describes a person's reality as whatever it is they make it to be. I think we often convince ourselves that a certain way is the truth, when there is another, just as viable, option to be the truth too. By choosing the first potential truth to be the truth we consider to be the real one, it becomes our reality. By deciding we understand what our friend is saying, we do. Whose to say you are wrong? Who is to say, "no, you don't really understand what they are saying. You just think you do" when your reality is otherwise? When what is real and true to you is otherwise?


Good thing no one reads this blog. Because half of the time not even I know what I am saying.