i relate a lot to my own parents, I think my dad has a lot of relation to me, I feel very close to my dad, and i would be very sad, and cry a lot of he happend to die. But I feel like that fact would also make my mom and sister very sad. I wouldnt be able to handle my mom dying either, and I don’t know if my dad could either.
I can relate. You say it and you hate to hear it. Or is this just me? My circumstances cause me to be able to relate to too much. I’m not trying to turn the tables, I am not trying to talk about myself, I just want you to know I empathize. i sympathize. I relate. That’s why we are here, no? To relate, to connect, to love, to reach out. If you would rather not be receive empathy…I can’t relate but I…sympathize?
It is difficult sometimes to relate to others. If I have not lived the experience that is bringing them great joy or great sadness, then I cannot understand where they are coming from. I can project what I think they may be feeling based on my past experience, but I may be far from their feelings and misunderstanding. It is better to just be an ear that listens rather than a voice with an opinion.
I can relate. I say this sometimes when I feel like I have gone through something similar to what someone who is talking to me has gone through. But do I really mean it? Or am I just saying that to make our conversation a successful one?
expectations are calculations
hedging the bets upon the shore
a distance gaze into a sunset
a regret to wear the overworn
relate to relations frustrate frustrations
the ever itching need to be more
The thing was, after 45 years of friendship, albeit long-distance and not always friendship but knowledge of one another on a trivial level which I at least worked very hard to turn into something more important which it never was, well after all that time we met for a drink, arranged by him, planned by him, decided by him–you get the idea of what I’m saying here. We met in a cafe in the city that a friend of his had suggested; the friend was from a small town upstate who had left the city a few years before for the suburbs. So here’s what I wanted to say about the suggestion: If you leave New York for five minutes, I can guarantee you that the great place where you had: beer, spaghetti, coffee, a around the world sex with whatever her name is will probably not be there and is so far off trend by this time that it won’t even show up on a search engine. So you’re better off asking someone who actually lives in the city where the best place is. But, like the jerk I always was, the one who WANTED to relate to him no matter what, I kept my anger about this all to myself. Until:
She was the wall beside me,
around me,
everywhere I took myself to.
She became the pavement
my tears fell onto,
she was the drops of the fountain
that sprayed me.
She was and she
became everyone I talked to.
Soon, she was no more, but all I saw.
There is always one thing that we can relate within one and other. If only we really searching for that within one and another. Relating is the first step to empathy and honestly we could all use more of that. I can relate to you what you may relate in another. If we all can relate we must all feel the same pain. So imagine a world we’re we all aim to relate..
My most recent breakthrough has been in relationship, particularly how I relate to my value and power inside of relationship. I used to fear anger. To me, anger has been the place for pain and suffering, and not worthy of being in relationship. I have learned that anger in its purest form actually tells me that I have a need that isn’t being met. When I trust my humanity and allow for others to see it, I open the doors to having my needs met.
I can’t relate to this world anymore. Politics are evil, good people hide behind God’s skirt and do nothing and Mother Earth is fed up with us all. How do we turn this around in time?
I think I can relate to people who have family in Puerto Rico. I have a lot of family there. My grandpa and aunt are there right now, thankfully they are ok. Sadly my great grandma is no longer there. So I can definitely relate to people in that situation. Not in every situation.
There’s not many people I’m related to in this world, and that’s sad. Parents? well, yeah. A grandmother. Two grand-aunts (is that a word?). No siblings. No first cousins.
No children, and though that’s normal for my age sometimes I get scared that it will never become true.
Jana could relate to the girl in the back of the corner. She was her last year.Jana had moved here last year and she had no friends. She new how frightening that could be!
i relate to the rest of the world, and this is what makes up what i am. i am nothing by myself, no one. i am a human, a living human, a child of someone, and now a mother – all relations to others that define me. i am define by who and what i am not.
isn’t it weird how we all relate to skeletons? how we are just as brittle as dry bones? we break so easily, like small branches in the wind. but we can also grow back. like a skeleton lying in a meadow, the beauty finds its place. as wildflowers and grass take root in my bones, i finally realize that its time to let go of the life i once lived.
The Skeleton King held the treasure chest on one hand and the cutlass in the other. He tried to pry the box open with the point of his sword. Suddenly the tip of his cutlass broke sending shards of metal into his eye socket. The audience gasped in horror, but it was hard for the Skeleton King to relate. Stuff was always flying into his eye socket. Large items would rattle around in his skull for days sometimes.
why do people try to relate to so many things that other people do? is it because they are jealous or they just aren’t what they want to be? stop trying to be what you aren’t and be who you are! you are not them. be yourself because everyone else is taken. if you cant be them, be yourself.
can you relate?
do you know empathy
like i know the sound of you leaving my room?
can you feel the tears in my eyes
as they drip on your haphazard footprints and mix with the dust on the floor?
everything is so relatable in today
its what we strive to be
people make money off of it
they try too hard they look stupid
in their 60 second video about hashtag relatable best friends
which are not relatable at all
why is it such a standard
i relate to the sunflowers that float on the sea
the shells under the surf
the sand stuck in your hair
your best friend that you’ve loved since childhood
the clementines you share on the beach
i also relate to the fact that this poem is horrible i’m sorry bye
I can totally relate.
Can you?
Yeah, a similar thing happened to me.
Did it though?
Are you just going to question everything I say to you?
I might. Or might I?
You’re an incredibly frustrating individual.
It’s impossible to relate to the way she dances under the moonlight. I’ve stopped inviting her over, because I don’t understand how she can connect to the glowing white sphere pretending to burn in the sky above us.
The garrulous chatter in my head,
mixes up like cake batter underneath the gusty wind,
with every tornado, there’s a butter fly, that makes it through,
if all i could do in life was be optimistic,
then I’d be at heart, truly pessmiistic,
every one plus sign comes along with 7 negative signs,
as humans we have to acknowledge that every
encounter with a frown,
means we must leave the sanitarian counteance,
with 7 smiles,
to dial,
into the beachy peachy pearls of the sun,
chipper sun dial,
is the trial,
we end in,
if were relentless,
with our thoughts and knicks,
in the end well be freed into bliss.
“I can relate; I’ve been feeling pretty hopeless myself.” Mark looked back and his mother. She was staring at the ceiling, completely motionless. She didn’t have much time left, and he knew it. “I just don’t know if I can keep going without you. You’ve done so much for me…”
He was so cold a man, she wondered if his bones might snap in half as easily as frozen twigs did in the winter. His spindly, shriveled demeanor accentuated this brittleness about him: his face a pallid canvas brushed with faded freckles, shoulders and back curved about a hollow torso, sagging skin wrapped around knees that failed to close the gap between his calves.
But even the bravest and kindest of Samaritans were deterred, because his eyes glinted grey like a sharpened knife and his gaze seemed to vivisect the minds of its owners. It made him unnatural, unrelatable and untouchable.
I like this post, enjoyed this one regards for putting up. The goal of revival is conformity to the image of Christ, not imitation of animals. by Richard F. Lovelace. daecdeaccdgedffg
Its like you read my mind! You seem to know so much about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you could do with a few pics to drive the message home a little bit, but other than that, this is great blog. An excellent read. I will certainly be back. gceefbekcegd
This is the time to be as it always has to be and in that time to relate those ideas and feelings is enough to become as a complete doer of doing and that is as much a relative aspect of life as being able to do it.
i relate a lot to my own parents, I think my dad has a lot of relation to me, I feel very close to my dad, and i would be very sad, and cry a lot of he happend to die. But I feel like that fact would also make my mom and sister very sad. I wouldnt be able to handle my mom dying either, and I don’t know if my dad could either.
I can relate. You say it and you hate to hear it. Or is this just me? My circumstances cause me to be able to relate to too much. I’m not trying to turn the tables, I am not trying to talk about myself, I just want you to know I empathize. i sympathize. I relate. That’s why we are here, no? To relate, to connect, to love, to reach out. If you would rather not be receive empathy…I can’t relate but I…sympathize?
It is difficult sometimes to relate to others. If I have not lived the experience that is bringing them great joy or great sadness, then I cannot understand where they are coming from. I can project what I think they may be feeling based on my past experience, but I may be far from their feelings and misunderstanding. It is better to just be an ear that listens rather than a voice with an opinion.
Sure call it fate.
We’re not going on a date.
Just can’t relate.
This isn’t a debate.
Let’s clear the slate.
I just don’t like you.
I can relate. I say this sometimes when I feel like I have gone through something similar to what someone who is talking to me has gone through. But do I really mean it? Or am I just saying that to make our conversation a successful one?
expectations are calculations
hedging the bets upon the shore
a distance gaze into a sunset
a regret to wear the overworn
relate to relations frustrate frustrations
the ever itching need to be more
To compare somthing to another thing
The thing was, after 45 years of friendship, albeit long-distance and not always friendship but knowledge of one another on a trivial level which I at least worked very hard to turn into something more important which it never was, well after all that time we met for a drink, arranged by him, planned by him, decided by him–you get the idea of what I’m saying here. We met in a cafe in the city that a friend of his had suggested; the friend was from a small town upstate who had left the city a few years before for the suburbs. So here’s what I wanted to say about the suggestion: If you leave New York for five minutes, I can guarantee you that the great place where you had: beer, spaghetti, coffee, a around the world sex with whatever her name is will probably not be there and is so far off trend by this time that it won’t even show up on a search engine. So you’re better off asking someone who actually lives in the city where the best place is. But, like the jerk I always was, the one who WANTED to relate to him no matter what, I kept my anger about this all to myself. Until:
I can’t relate; I can’t contend. I cannot see or comprehend. I can pretend I know it all, but that just ain’t the truth.
I can’t regard in esteem. I can’t make real worlds out of dreams. It all may seem so easy, but there’s questioning – no proof.
I make my mind up to depart. You never will regain my heart. I’ll just restart around the bend. With you, I can’t relate, my friend.
She was the wall beside me,
around me,
everywhere I took myself to.
She became the pavement
my tears fell onto,
she was the drops of the fountain
that sprayed me.
She was and she
became everyone I talked to.
Soon, she was no more, but all I saw.
There is always one thing that we can relate within one and other. If only we really searching for that within one and another. Relating is the first step to empathy and honestly we could all use more of that. I can relate to you what you may relate in another. If we all can relate we must all feel the same pain. So imagine a world we’re we all aim to relate..
My most recent breakthrough has been in relationship, particularly how I relate to my value and power inside of relationship. I used to fear anger. To me, anger has been the place for pain and suffering, and not worthy of being in relationship. I have learned that anger in its purest form actually tells me that I have a need that isn’t being met. When I trust my humanity and allow for others to see it, I open the doors to having my needs met.
I can’t relate to this world anymore. Politics are evil, good people hide behind God’s skirt and do nothing and Mother Earth is fed up with us all. How do we turn this around in time?
you relate to a pig, because you eat nasty
I think I can relate to people who have family in Puerto Rico. I have a lot of family there. My grandpa and aunt are there right now, thankfully they are ok. Sadly my great grandma is no longer there. So I can definitely relate to people in that situation. Not in every situation.
I can’t seem to relate my thoughts and my actions anymore. what is right and what is wrong. thinking and doing something seems really confusing.
relating to someone about something you enjoy or is something that you think is wright relating can create friend ships and bond people together
精神科とか心療内科といった医療機関ではなぜ、催眠療法を受けることができないのでしょう？？
あなたもきっと疑問に思ったことが少なからずあることでしょう。
驚くことには、実際には、健康保険の適用で受けられる対象になっていたって知ってました？
このページを読むと、その辺の理由が分かります。
貴方の知らない一般に知られざる真実とは。 あなたもきっと腰を抜かすことでしょう。
でも、精神科で催眠療法を受診することは控えた方が良いでしょう。
How do I “relate” to this term? Well first my kin come to mind. Then being late additionally.
There’s not many people I’m related to in this world, and that’s sad. Parents? well, yeah. A grandmother. Two grand-aunts (is that a word?). No siblings. No first cousins.
No children, and though that’s normal for my age sometimes I get scared that it will never become true.
I can relate to some people and others I can’t relate at all. Jesus related to us even though He was perfect!
Relate is to share an experience or emotion between two beings.
I’ve done this so I understand the consequences that you are just learning about.
Jana could relate to the girl in the back of the corner. She was her last year.Jana had moved here last year and she had no friends. She new how frightening that could be!
“I can relate,” said Miranda. “my brothers drive me crazy.”
i relate to the rest of the world, and this is what makes up what i am. i am nothing by myself, no one. i am a human, a living human, a child of someone, and now a mother – all relations to others that define me. i am define by who and what i am not.
isn’t it weird how we all relate to skeletons? how we are just as brittle as dry bones? we break so easily, like small branches in the wind. but we can also grow back. like a skeleton lying in a meadow, the beauty finds its place. as wildflowers and grass take root in my bones, i finally realize that its time to let go of the life i once lived.
The Skeleton King held the treasure chest on one hand and the cutlass in the other. He tried to pry the box open with the point of his sword. Suddenly the tip of his cutlass broke sending shards of metal into his eye socket. The audience gasped in horror, but it was hard for the Skeleton King to relate. Stuff was always flying into his eye socket. Large items would rattle around in his skull for days sometimes.
why do people try to relate to so many things that other people do? is it because they are jealous or they just aren’t what they want to be? stop trying to be what you aren’t and be who you are! you are not them. be yourself because everyone else is taken. if you cant be them, be yourself.
we all relate to Adam and eve and Noah but sometimes we relate to other stuff.
can you relate?
do you know empathy
like i know the sound of you leaving my room?
can you feel the tears in my eyes
as they drip on your haphazard footprints and mix with the dust on the floor?
everything is so relatable in today
its what we strive to be
people make money off of it
they try too hard they look stupid
in their 60 second video about hashtag relatable best friends
which are not relatable at all
why is it such a standard
i relate to the sunflowers that float on the sea
the shells under the surf
the sand stuck in your hair
your best friend that you’ve loved since childhood
the clementines you share on the beach
i also relate to the fact that this poem is horrible i’m sorry bye
I can totally relate.
Can you?
Yeah, a similar thing happened to me.
Did it though?
Are you just going to question everything I say to you?
I might. Or might I?
You’re an incredibly frustrating individual.
It’s impossible to relate to the way she dances under the moonlight. I’ve stopped inviting her over, because I don’t understand how she can connect to the glowing white sphere pretending to burn in the sky above us.
The garrulous chatter in my head,
mixes up like cake batter underneath the gusty wind,
with every tornado, there’s a butter fly, that makes it through,
if all i could do in life was be optimistic,
then I’d be at heart, truly pessmiistic,
every one plus sign comes along with 7 negative signs,
as humans we have to acknowledge that every
encounter with a frown,
means we must leave the sanitarian counteance,
with 7 smiles,
to dial,
into the beachy peachy pearls of the sun,
chipper sun dial,
is the trial,
we end in,
if were relentless,
with our thoughts and knicks,
in the end well be freed into bliss.
“I can relate; I’ve been feeling pretty hopeless myself.” Mark looked back and his mother. She was staring at the ceiling, completely motionless. She didn’t have much time left, and he knew it. “I just don’t know if I can keep going without you. You’ve done so much for me…”
He was so cold a man, she wondered if his bones might snap in half as easily as frozen twigs did in the winter. His spindly, shriveled demeanor accentuated this brittleness about him: his face a pallid canvas brushed with faded freckles, shoulders and back curved about a hollow torso, sagging skin wrapped around knees that failed to close the gap between his calves.
But even the bravest and kindest of Samaritans were deterred, because his eyes glinted grey like a sharpened knife and his gaze seemed to vivisect the minds of its owners. It made him unnatural, unrelatable and untouchable.
I like this post, enjoyed this one regards for putting up. The goal of revival is conformity to the image of Christ, not imitation of animals. by Richard F. Lovelace. daecdeaccdgedffg
Its like you read my mind! You seem to know so much about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you could do with a few pics to drive the message home a little bit, but other than that, this is great blog. An excellent read. I will certainly be back. gceefbekcegd
This is the time to be as it always has to be and in that time to relate those ideas and feelings is enough to become as a complete doer of doing and that is as much a relative aspect of life as being able to do it.