Perception

 

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Perception

 

Sometimes I wonder if I’m going crazy, because I think things that others would question. Sometimes I want to be crazy to justify my actions. Paranoia, ringing in my ears, voices of memories. I sometimes say stuff aloud, but quiet enough so no one hears me. Is that crazy? I once read online that crazy people don’t know they’re crazy, but people who know they’re crazy, aren’t really crazy. And then it asked the reader if that was crazy. I remember thinking it was ironic, not crazy.

 

Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in peoples’ heads. Not because I’m worried or frightened. Just because I’m curious. I wonder if they think a sandwich taste the same way I taste it, or if they’ll understand why I feel how I feel for someone. I guess that’s one thing technology won’t ever solve. Words may describe something to someone, but each person feels what those words mean in different ways. Someone may thing on a scale of 1 – 10 that 6 is a low number, or they may feel it’s high. It all depends on perception.

 

That’s why I don’t usually like telling people how I feel, because even if they’ve felt it before, they still won’t understand because they aren’t me. It’s why I don’t like the movie Freaky Friday. When they swap bodies, the actors must pretend to be the other person. They don’t know exactly how to contort their face or imitate a random twitch. You can’t be someone else, not even by choice.

 

Also with art, everyone interprets it differently. Everyone will see something beautiful that someone else won’t see. Or they won’t understand the meaning behind it that the artist is trying to portray. Like with a droopy flower. Some artist would draw this because everything in their life is starting to drop to a point without a chance to regrow. Others may draw it because they just felt a little down because of a bad grade on a test. There is always a new way to interpret something, and no one can understand everything.

 

Nothing is impossible. I know that probably doesn’t fit in to the previous paragraph to you, but it does to me. I’m not being arrogant, just stating what I see as fact. In other words, an opinion. All facts are opinions unproven wrong. So, I guess every fact question you’ve answered as opinion and gotten wrong, the teacher has a dim or unimaginative mind. Sorry to say, but it’s true. Don’t take my word for it though, I’m just a silly kid who struggles to find her meaning.

 

I doubt you’ll remember this, and if you do, you won’t know how to understand or portray it in my words to someone else. Maybe that’s why people ask you to summarize or paraphrase, to see how you see what I say. Don’t take my word as law, but as a message to interpret in your own way. Nothing is perfect unless it’s imperfect. 

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