Oh my god do I have to be triggered to write a non-beauty post? I’ve planned writing a post on my connection with the hit book-then-movie Call Me By Your Name, but for some reason I “chickened out”. The story played a big part in my youth, I felt like I’d need more than just a free couple of hours and my laptop to talk about the subject. Call Me By Your Name is a beautiful creation, I want to do it justice even just to ramble about it.
Or maybe I was just too busy, and I am on denial mode.
Being misunderstood. I finally know what it feels like. You might think I’m talking about an ugly recent domestic conversation, but no. My little-over-a –year marriage is as realistically-perfect as a warm rosehip tea after a bitter chocolate dessert. We say please, kiss and hug to get something from the other. We don’t “fight” longer than a 30 minutes-long car ride until we makeup.
But recently I feel like I’m being misunderstood on a professional level. I am afraid some people have thought I faked my loyalty to take advantage out of a trust, to benefit myself.
I cried on my way home last Friday. I couldn’t stand the thought that I’ve been misunderstood. And even worse, when these people confronted me about the matter, I might have come out with a poor argument that failed to convince them that hey, you’re wrong. It’s totally not what you think.
Or more like You guys really think I am capable of such intention? Like, you guys really think I’m that evil and shallow?
Boy, was I hurt.
I’m pretty sure a lot of people can relate to this scenario. My current scenario, unfortunately:
You’ve been working so hard, giving all you’ve got, and still somehow it’s not enough. Even worse, you’ve been feeling busy. Just busy, not productive-busy. Then you start to break and your peer judge the moment from how it affects them, not how it mentally and physically affects you.
Google “being misunderstood”, and you’ll find lots of great tips and sharing from people on how to cope with such situation. I read some, and it helps. A lot of people have experienced what I experience, and they could come out of the situation as a big-hearted adult.
Sorry for this vague-vibed post. It’s just one of those knots in my chest that I can’t pour into a poem, and there’s no way I’d ramble about it on Instagram/ Facebook like some 12 YO.
Ever felt the same? You’re welcome to share down below.
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