You know, I don’t know how to be with other people
people say I’m good with other people
and there are the people who say, “you don’t like me.”
I feel like saying, “it’s nothing personal. it’s nothing that you did.”
but that just wouldn’t be true.
people take offense that I don’t like them. It’s not a proactive dislike
more so, reactive
and I wish I could like most people
life is better when you can
I suspect it is similar to being on some kind of drug
the walls are white and listless
but you stare at them, anyway, all day, with appreciation
these are the best kinds of people
dull, and they think you are dull, so they leave you alone
but then there are those who complain and attack and cross lines
a continuous drama without a deeper meaning
these are the ones I really dislike
or there are the people who tell you about their assumptions
their biases label you, to your face, and they are wrong
and the only person they know is themselves
or at least they think so
in their limited world, where they need control.
Have you ever noticed
where there are no people
the air is peaceful?
the woods
the night, at midnight
the ocean, that might drown you.
people want to be alone
not because they enjoy loneliness
but because, they enjoy themselves
not out of self-love, but out of communion
Some, have learned to live with others
they lubricate conflict and control their thoughts,
always saying the right thing, at the right time
with no apparent strain
I admire these people, but for me, it would be a wasted life.
A few people, give more than they take
they don’t need as much as the rest of us
perhaps they are content
to just be themselves
the world doesn’t see them
but the world isn’t peaceful
it’s nice to know, you aren’t alone, in their company
especially when, the other people, constantly remind you
“you’re crazy.”
And they think their words give them power
but it only puts more distance between them and me
they think they know what we want, their approval
but we are past that now
me, myself, and a few good friends
I look at the people who think they know each other
and they have no clue
“We have empathy,” they say. But they don’t even know themselves
the angry mob, misunderstands, until there is war
“I’m offended,” they say. Back and forth.
Communication is so much more than words
you have to have something to say
Personal Truth
and if you simply spout what others have told you
you increase the noise
in a noisy world.