Someone To Listen To My Thoughts

The thing about family is that more often than not, no one listens to what you have to say. They may hear you out, but at the end of the day, people want to talk more about what they have on their mind rather than listen to the things you want to share. I may be wrong about this, it may just be my family.

Then again, that’s why I have a blog. That’s why I have an online journal about my thoughts and feelings and why I choose a field of work where the most common human contact would be through a test tube. Sometimes it’s not that there isn’t anyone to share your thoughts with, it’s that in my world, this is what I was raised to believe that there is a reason why a normal human being’s mouth it bigger than both ear holes combined.

Sometimes I do want to get away with it all, or rather, I just want to have someone who would just be empathetic to what I have to say rather than what I seem to do on a 24 hour a day basis. It’s not enough that I know your secrets and skeletons in the closet, but even the pope has a confessor and there is a limit to how much I can listen to everyday without saying anything on my mind worth saying.

So if anything, being back home, listening to the redundant criticisms and words of wisdom is a painful thing to bear when you’re so used to the lifestyle that you’ve carved on the quiet road. It’s painful to listen to the non-stop bickering that you find in some household families. It’s painful enough to try and avoid it. So I do. And come back to the only person that would be willing to listen to what I say.


3 thoughts on “Someone To Listen To My Thoughts

  1. “… why I choose a field of work where the most common human contact would be through a test tube.”

    What do you think it feels like when no other relatives, except your immediate family members, know why you choose to work with, of all things, God forbid, turtles?

    I know what you’re going through. We’re in the same boat.

  2. I completely agree on this one. Part of the reason why I started my blog was to have a place to vent. Family doesn’t do it, and even though friends want to help, the simple fact is that they’re not similar enough to relate or understand, and any commiseration remains unsatisfying.

  3. Pelf: Although, not even my immediate family understands the full impact of why I do the things I do or made the choices I made. I doubt that anyone really does understand why we do the things we do save for the people that share the same roots. Most of which aren’t connected by blood at all.. 🙂

    Jeff: That’s the sad part of life as you keep trying to discover even your own reason for doing things. Eventually, the people we knew from before are nothing more than strangers that reflect our constant need to try and connect with people whom we hope can empathise with us. Not always successful, but still…the only place we know works for now.

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