A crisis in communication

I would not be wrong if I assumed that a majority of us are obsessed or preoccupied with where we are going in life. It’s all good until you start deconstructing where this “where” is and what direction we are “going” in, or what “life” is.

Is it the money? Is it the temporary dopamine hits? Is it love? Is it people?

People.

The ones you hate to hang around with when you are too busy, and the ones you would love to hang with when they are all busy.

People.

The abstract entity of beings in the radius of conscious thought, often not subject to extra insecurity checks or judgment apropos to their character or what they wore in the pub the last time you met them

People.

The ones you hate to judge when you feel benevolent, but yet blame your entire foundation of existence on when you are..well, not so benevolent. I do not really know the antonym for benevolent.

People.

To be more serious, People are the ones you love to connect with, you want to connect with, but yet there seems to be that friction that you cant really explain. You seem to know yourself so well. It seems so easy. Your own conscious thoughts are a direct stream of information and context bound together, that sometimes words don’t seem necessary to explain them.

Yet. The people. The person, the love, the interest, the muse. They trigger a different sort of response. The person standing right next to you seems like only a mirror, opaque, triggering a sort of disillusionment that they are probably just like you. They probably like the same things. They must really understand everything you understand, and by the simple process of association, hence, understand “the you”. May be if i tell them what my favorite song is, they will for sure, know what I mean when I say that “I am a hopeless romantic”. Or may be not. They might think that I have daddy issues/ mommy issues (is that even a thing?)

People.

The ones you need to rub words with, just to get around to having a conversation at some point in time.