No one understands the words that are coming out of your mouth.

Understanding of any kind seems to be in such short supply these days. As an example, I realized recently that I will never be able to understand how anyone could not enjoy reading. I just cannot see it. I take pride in being able to put myself in someone else's shoes, to see their point of view; but I just cannot do it for this one.

I cannot understand how we can all take life in all of it's amazing complexity for granted. Or, how we can take all of the good things in our lives for granted. Is it a shortsightedness common to all people? More common to us as Americans? I believe that as a "people" we do take everything in the world for granted and are amazed that we get bit on the ass every time we overlook the important things.

Maybe the problem lies more with us as individuals. Is there really understanding to be had if we do not even understand ourselves? Can we even begin to try to understand anyone at all if we cannot be honest with ourselves? We lie to ourselves about why we do the things that we do, and I do not understand why. We try to make things more complicated than they already are, and I do not know if it is to impress others, or to convince ourselves that our motivations are not as basic as they actually are. As much as we try to fool ourselves, we seem to do the things we do for the simplest or reasons; we want to happy. You can label it whatever you want, but we all want to be happy.

We spend so much time worrying about the motivations of others, and never really looking at our own. We spend so much time putting road blocks in the way of our happiness. We do not catch it until it is too late, but there is always a point when we decide to either push our motivations, our desires, on others, or we decide to ignore them. Maybe the simplest answer is that we will not understand each other's motives. As we are not the one doing the thinking for the other person, this makes an odd sort of sense.

I feel like I have a pretty good understanding about people, I mean other than the book thing, but that does not mean that I will ever understand everything that there is to know about people. It would almost be disappointing to not be able to learn something new about people, as in that stagnation of thought we would stop learning about ourselves.

To be honest, I am by far the most interesting person that I know. Well, not really. Pretty close to the top though, and moving up like a rocket!