It is almost two years into my current relationship, and in August, it will mark the fact that I’ve been alive for 21 (plus 9 months if you count womb time) years.
And it is now that I realize: People. Can’t. Read. Minds.
I have always had a high level of tolerance, accompanying a lot of patience. Two traits that have treated me well throughout my years. Recently, I’ve found myself quite irritated at others, including those who I love dearly; mother, father, boyfriend - you name it. And it wasn’t until then, when I realized that as much as I thought that they knew… They didn’t because I did not tell them.
They couldn’t read my mind - can you believe it? I mean, here I am, 20 years old, and it has finally dawned on me, that maybe I should tell them what it is that is bothering me. And then, maybe, I wouldn’t be so annoyed.
As much as I would love that my boyfriend knew everytime I felt sad or irritated, I wanted him to just hug me without me telling him, or that my dad’s footsteps across the halls are just a bit too loud… They won’t know until I speak these specific thoughts.
And so I write this brief, but hopefully informational to the rest of ya’ll. None of us can read each other mind’s. And even if we had that ability, the world probably would be completely different (and I don’t know if it’ll be a good change..or a bad change).
i want to run away.
Kind of at my lowest points at the moment.. For completely stupid reasons too.