Are you understood?

[DjQuick2008]

no and stopped caring when i turned 40. Ive enough good going on in life not to care now. Ive got visiting cats and a pet seagull lol.

 

[Boofy]

Never. I didn't understand myself; how could anyone else?

With 3 physical conditions, 1 of which is incredibly rare, & 2 of which I had to diagnose myself - it's hard to relate both ways.

 

[Cuestionador]

I'm not exactly anti-social but I'm definitively an introvert who prefers staying home working on side projects or gaming than going out so that is a big point of contention for a lot of people. It seems like the vast majority of people have decided to not accept introverts and force them to be like extroverts against their will. Or interpret introverts as being rude/jerks.

I understand what you are experiencing: according to my mother, i have a low type autism (i have yet to go to the doctor for an official diagnosis) and since the pandemic i value the silence more than the gold, but i live in a city, i have to work on two jobs and one of them includes interacting with customers on an ice cream parlor at the night, so it's very draining to say the least. I have many friends and one of my strongests groups are formed by people with great passion about specific topics like anime, games and so on. I don't meet with them constantly due to my time constraints, but i least i try to attend to the meetings one time per month.

In the weekends, i like to go to libraries or parks to buy cheap magazines, and then i go to a burger king to drink coffee with a sandwich and cut my tear sheets to save them in folios. Besides using earphones with external sound protection, sometimes i hear people referering to my activity in a negative way, but i don't pay attention to them. I don't know if being understood is an advantage when many people only like to overwhelm the person at his side.

 

[Tsukishima]

I've never been understood. At this point I'm not sure what that'd inherently entail.

I always felt like I've lived my life trapped in a bubble, or I've had visions where I was something akin to an alien trapped in human skin. I chased that dream pretty far in my childhood, always thinking "today is the day my true alien companions are going to remind me I'm some sort of alien spy working for them against the humans." That day never occurred of course.

Sometimes I want to break out of this bubble and fully accept people in my life. But two days later I get fatigued and never want to speak to a human being ever again, to push the limits on how far someone can go with absolute zero contact at all. Because this innate awkwardness and passive loneliness that hurts me when communicating or trying to talk to people is far too heavy at times otherwise.

It feels like every single conversation I have with people is fleeting and never have real depth or layers to them. Really good types of people like me, and I want to be able to fully reciprocate their feelings of liking them back, or sharing their sentiments that feel sufficient, or that they're right and hit the mark. But I know deep down I can never be satisfied with what I write or say because it always feels like what comes out of me is never my true self either. Many friendships with said people have been broken and left in tatters due to these uncontrollable and incomprehensible feelings that even I struggle to fully comprehend.

I feel like a shattered mirror, the pieces are too far displaced and scattered to ever be put together.

 

[Sanomoe]

I've never been understood. At this point I'm not sure what that'd inherently entail.

I always felt like I've lived my life trapped in a bubble, or I've had visions where I was something akin to an alien trapped in human skin. I chased that dream pretty far in my childhood, always thinking "today is the day my true alien companions are going to remind me I'm some sort of alien spy working for them against the humans." That day never occurred of course.

Sometimes I want to break out of this bubble and fully accept people in my life. But two days later I get fatigued and never want to speak to a human being ever again, to push the limits on how far someone can go with absolute zero contact at all. Because this innate awkwardness and passive loneliness that hurts me when communicating or trying to talk to people is far too heavy at times otherwise.

It feels like every single conversation I have with people is fleeting and never have real depth or layers to them. Really good types of people like me, and I want to be able to fully reciprocate their feelings of liking them back, or sharing their sentiments that feel sufficient, or that they're right and hit the mark. But I know deep down I can never be satisfied with what I write or say because it always feels like what comes out of me is never my true self either. Many friendships with said people have been broken and left in tatters due to these uncontrollable and incomprehensible feelings that even I struggle to fully comprehend.

I feel like a shattered mirror, the pieces are too far displaced and scattered to ever be put together.