Thursday, January 21, 2010

You Don't Know Me...

That's got to be one of my favorite songs ever. It's by Ben Folds, featuring Regina Spektor. Just in case you were wondering.

So the other day, Mrs. Volansky posed a question to us in AP Lang. She said something along the lines of:
"Do you know someone whom you have a tense relationship with? No matter what you say, you just always feel stupid for saying anything in the first place and half the time you don't know what to say. Someone who-no matter how hard you try-you just can't seem to figure out? Someone who you can't follow their line of thinking whatsoever?"

Ha-YES.
I hate it. So much. (Referring, mostly, to the first two sentences.)
But that's not the point.
I feel like, no matter how hard you try, you'll never understand someone so completely that you can guess what they're thinking. No matter how hard you try, you'll just never be totally in sync with anyone. You don't know what I'm always thinking. I don't know what you're always thinking. So deal with it. I don't feel the need to know absolutely everything about you. As a matter of fact, I don't want you to know absolutely everything about me. It's something of a disappointment when you know someone so completely that they're no longer an enigma. I will never really comprehend why you believe that all aliens are green, that Al Gore is a great politician, that the JFK assassination was a conspiracy. And-quite frankly-I'm fine with accepting your beliefs the way they are without fully understanding them. It makes the world a more interesting place to live in.