I misunderstood her meaning and it left me with foreboding, the dreams collapsed and i was stuck in a dark and dreary doldrums of ideas unfilled and conversations left unfinished.
why does everyone think that he or she’s misunderstood these days? it seems like it’s become more of a fad lately to say that and then dwell in some kind of misery you make for yourself. do we really expect others to understand us so much, or are we just looking for a source of drama in our lives?
The feeling that one person can not seem to grasp the concept of another nor his actions, that is waht it means to me, but does that, mater, what it means to someone, no another misunderstanding or an understanding?
Sometimes people are misunderstood. They come off as somebody that they are not and therefore, people see them that way. Then, that person gets aggravated when people don’t see them as ‘them’. Really, it was their fault all along.
He was always a bit misunderstood. Like the ugly duckling or the wicked witch, only less attractive. Yet he was always there, in the back of my mind, staring out at me like he could see right through. But then again, I guess he could.
i hold dear the heart that doesnt want me and i stop and think of the ones that might. when i reach out with bloodied hands, i turn and see you still there behind me. but i cant make you out and i dont understand what your saying–just let me hear the song your singing and maybe i’ll be able to clean my hands
I feel this way when I walk through the snow and know that my friends think that I’m mixed up. They try and try to help, but armchair psych isn’t what I need. What I need is for someone to lay with me and put their arms around me and drag me back into feeling like a person. I don’t mean to be as dull as the sky. I don’t mean to be as dry as the sticks on the March ground. I don’t want to be. I see everyone who can just laugh and talk and e fine with being by themselves, everyone who can just fill the hours of the day without trying and I’m jealous. I’m SO jealous, like how I was back in highschool. Watching all the popular girls with all of their friends and inside jokes and boys picking them up. I feel like a dishrag that’s been wrung out. I know this goes away with time, but what do I fucking do in the mean time?
i am very misunderstood, people have a problem with the way that i speak, think and/or talk. I certainly have problems with school and people hate me for it and this is why i am misunderstood.
It is really easy for misunderstandings to arise if one often interupts others before they can finish speaking. Therefore, we often need to remind ourselves to listen, and also to remember to give others a chance to finish their sentences before we start giving our two cents worth.
People can be misunderstood by simple things. It means that you were not coprehended in the write way. This can be lead by diferent ways such as a statement, a quote, an e-mail or even a text message. This is what misunderstood is.
I often feel misunderstood. maybe it is I that truly misunderstand. Gosh. who am i. where am i going. did i misunderstand Your voice. i was so sure. was certain. what now?
i hate being misunderstood.it sucks real bad. there are far too many time i am being misunderstood here in the house. it feels like an outsider. your own family does not understand you. its weird isn’t it?
people think they are misunderstood. but really, they’re wrong. they’re usually perfectly understood and that’s what really makes them mad. people don’t really want to be understood as much as they claim to. not me, of course. i want to be understood. and if i am misunderstood, it’s certainly not my fault. it’s other people’s fault for being too stupid to understand. i find that sad. and yet, what can be done about it? nothing. although sometimes i try to talk really slowly and in a very sweet voice, sort of like your kindergarten teacher tried to pull off when your parents were within earshot. people like being talked to that way. oh, wait, no they don’t. oops.
tears streamed down her face, ruining her make-up, she was misunderstood, but there was nothing she could do about it. she could only watch her friends walk away from her one by one, with no patience for her explanation
Sometimes I think that teenagers are misunderstood. This perhaps is because i am one, but I think I would hold this opinion nonetheless. People often complain because we are too loud or insensitive or don’t think enough. But really, weren’t they all like that once too? We have a hard time. We are expected to know what life is about and to make judgements correctly that will shape the rest of our lives. Yet we are still children…
There are a lot of people who think they are misunderstood, and many of them are, but I think most of them misunderstand themselves and the way others perceive them. This is an unfortunate consequence of being young and thinking everything’s “all figured out,” not really knowing that nothing is ever certain.
she felt misunderstood. and miserable. why would mother think that she did something like that? was she that kind of person in mother’s eyes? that was sad.
Completely misunderstood: why is it that every single word I breathe from my lips is so discreetly analysed? Why bother the break-down of tones, of inflection? The world turns upside down for this: pulling things apart, making you want to cry, just because they think otherwise.
I feel so misunderstood
like i’ll never feel quite good
I walk alone in this desert land
Without so much as a helping hand
Just walk beside me and help me through
You don’t want to help me to stop being blue
I’ll kiss your face if you do this one thing
In my head your name will continue to ring
I misunderstood what he was trying to tell me with his actions. Or rather, his lack of actions. Which spoke volumes of disinterest to me, but in reality only stood for an intense season of busyness on his part, with a little confusion and uncertainty thrown in. But certainly not the cause for concern that I understood it to mean. And here we are – apart.
i feel so misunderstood. i feel like misunderstandings are the root cause of all problems. Maybe people don’t understand soemthing themselves, or they dont understand ther people. but honestly, if we all just understood each other, then there would be less problems in this world.
Missunderstood. That’s how I feel most of the time. I barely understand myself so why should I expect others to understand me? And why do I feel sad when they don’t?
she sat there thinking. why wasn’t anyone talking to her. it made it so complicated. her boyfriend and her mother weren’t getting along, it made it hard, her child was leaving her. on the way to the park she lost her in the street. it hurt. no one understood. she was misunderstood. hurting more and more she ran to the cliff by the ocean, not know
I often feel as though I am misunderstood, being quite an angsty teenager. My wife has three nipples and my girlfriend, oh I wish she was, doesn’t let me under the box tree cupboard. I feel alone. Deserted. I feel like I am controlled by a woman, and with each click of the finger, my masculinity withers. Help. Please. Save me.
— The Grinch.
The air was still around her, as she sat in the dimly lit waiting room. She had a nagging feeling she was in the wrong place, and had misunderstood him when we told her where to meet him. She waited some more, and this feeling of dread starting to build within her. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard a voice come out of the darkness.
Oh, yes. It is the story of my life. I have always hated to be misunderstood – to have people thinking that I’m not smart. I’ve been known to get borderline (or perhaps downright) violent in order to preserve my integrity – kind of an oxymoron when you think about it. “Don’t misunderstand me, asshole!” That usually does the trick.
to feel misunderstood is the way many people around the world feel about their lives. WHen you feel misunderstood, it’s often to feel as if you’ve lost your spark for life and basically the purpose of your being. You feel along in the world and to feel misunderstood is possibly one of the worst feelings you could have.
I misunderstood her meaning and it left me with foreboding, the dreams collapsed and i was stuck in a dark and dreary doldrums of ideas unfilled and conversations left unfinished.
why does everyone think that he or she’s misunderstood these days? it seems like it’s become more of a fad lately to say that and then dwell in some kind of misery you make for yourself. do we really expect others to understand us so much, or are we just looking for a source of drama in our lives?
The feeling that one person can not seem to grasp the concept of another nor his actions, that is waht it means to me, but does that, mater, what it means to someone, no another misunderstanding or an understanding?
Sometimes people are misunderstood. They come off as somebody that they are not and therefore, people see them that way. Then, that person gets aggravated when people don’t see them as ‘them’. Really, it was their fault all along.
not understood by many people different from others so looked at differently an outcast
I’m misunderstood. Everyone is misunderstood. The whole world is misunderstood. We have to learn to deal with that.
He was always a bit misunderstood. Like the ugly duckling or the wicked witch, only less attractive. Yet he was always there, in the back of my mind, staring out at me like he could see right through. But then again, I guess he could.
i hold dear the heart that doesnt want me and i stop and think of the ones that might. when i reach out with bloodied hands, i turn and see you still there behind me. but i cant make you out and i dont understand what your saying–just let me hear the song your singing and maybe i’ll be able to clean my hands
the way i feel. no one understands. i live my life in a constant state of aloneness. no one there. no one to care. no who gets it.
i have nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.
I feel this way when I walk through the snow and know that my friends think that I’m mixed up. They try and try to help, but armchair psych isn’t what I need. What I need is for someone to lay with me and put their arms around me and drag me back into feeling like a person. I don’t mean to be as dull as the sky. I don’t mean to be as dry as the sticks on the March ground. I don’t want to be. I see everyone who can just laugh and talk and e fine with being by themselves, everyone who can just fill the hours of the day without trying and I’m jealous. I’m SO jealous, like how I was back in highschool. Watching all the popular girls with all of their friends and inside jokes and boys picking them up. I feel like a dishrag that’s been wrung out. I know this goes away with time, but what do I fucking do in the mean time?
to not understand
jamie
charlie
cant think
chips
flan
hair
big brown pooop
a person who is misunderstood is someone who feels people dont know what they are talking about. Frog……..
Chickens arent dumb they are just misundersood and plain stupid. School is misunderstood. i dont understand why i dont like it.
everyone.
i am very misunderstood, people have a problem with the way that i speak, think and/or talk. I certainly have problems with school and people hate me for it and this is why i am misunderstood.
It is really easy for misunderstandings to arise if one often interupts others before they can finish speaking. Therefore, we often need to remind ourselves to listen, and also to remember to give others a chance to finish their sentences before we start giving our two cents worth.
People can be misunderstood by simple things. It means that you were not coprehended in the write way. This can be lead by diferent ways such as a statement, a quote, an e-mail or even a text message. This is what misunderstood is.
I often feel misunderstood. maybe it is I that truly misunderstand. Gosh. who am i. where am i going. did i misunderstand Your voice. i was so sure. was certain. what now?
don’t misunderstand me. i love you.
i hate being misunderstood.it sucks real bad. there are far too many time i am being misunderstood here in the house. it feels like an outsider. your own family does not understand you. its weird isn’t it?
lindsey lohan
people think they are misunderstood. but really, they’re wrong. they’re usually perfectly understood and that’s what really makes them mad. people don’t really want to be understood as much as they claim to. not me, of course. i want to be understood. and if i am misunderstood, it’s certainly not my fault. it’s other people’s fault for being too stupid to understand. i find that sad. and yet, what can be done about it? nothing. although sometimes i try to talk really slowly and in a very sweet voice, sort of like your kindergarten teacher tried to pull off when your parents were within earshot. people like being talked to that way. oh, wait, no they don’t. oops.
tears streamed down her face, ruining her make-up, she was misunderstood, but there was nothing she could do about it. she could only watch her friends walk away from her one by one, with no patience for her explanation
Sometimes I think that teenagers are misunderstood. This perhaps is because i am one, but I think I would hold this opinion nonetheless. People often complain because we are too loud or insensitive or don’t think enough. But really, weren’t they all like that once too? We have a hard time. We are expected to know what life is about and to make judgements correctly that will shape the rest of our lives. Yet we are still children…
There are a lot of people who think they are misunderstood, and many of them are, but I think most of them misunderstand themselves and the way others perceive them. This is an unfortunate consequence of being young and thinking everything’s “all figured out,” not really knowing that nothing is ever certain.
she felt misunderstood. and miserable. why would mother think that she did something like that? was she that kind of person in mother’s eyes? that was sad.
Completely misunderstood: why is it that every single word I breathe from my lips is so discreetly analysed? Why bother the break-down of tones, of inflection? The world turns upside down for this: pulling things apart, making you want to cry, just because they think otherwise.
I feel so misunderstood
like i’ll never feel quite good
I walk alone in this desert land
Without so much as a helping hand
Just walk beside me and help me through
You don’t want to help me to stop being blue
I’ll kiss your face if you do this one thing
In my head your name will continue to ring
I misunderstood what he was trying to tell me with his actions. Or rather, his lack of actions. Which spoke volumes of disinterest to me, but in reality only stood for an intense season of busyness on his part, with a little confusion and uncertainty thrown in. But certainly not the cause for concern that I understood it to mean. And here we are – apart.
i feel so misunderstood. i feel like misunderstandings are the root cause of all problems. Maybe people don’t understand soemthing themselves, or they dont understand ther people. but honestly, if we all just understood each other, then there would be less problems in this world.
Missunderstood. That’s how I feel most of the time. I barely understand myself so why should I expect others to understand me? And why do I feel sad when they don’t?
she sat there thinking. why wasn’t anyone talking to her. it made it so complicated. her boyfriend and her mother weren’t getting along, it made it hard, her child was leaving her. on the way to the park she lost her in the street. it hurt. no one understood. she was misunderstood. hurting more and more she ran to the cliff by the ocean, not know
someone who is not understood, does not understand what is up……..
did not understand
I often feel as though I am misunderstood, being quite an angsty teenager. My wife has three nipples and my girlfriend, oh I wish she was, doesn’t let me under the box tree cupboard. I feel alone. Deserted. I feel like I am controlled by a woman, and with each click of the finger, my masculinity withers. Help. Please. Save me.
— The Grinch.
We all are. So how does anyone completely understand any one else. We dont. And probably just as well.
im so misunderstood sometimes i just wish people would try to understand me instead of ingnoring me.
The air was still around her, as she sat in the dimly lit waiting room. She had a nagging feeling she was in the wrong place, and had misunderstood him when we told her where to meet him. She waited some more, and this feeling of dread starting to build within her. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard a voice come out of the darkness.
“I’m glad you could make it..”
She shivered. That certainly wasn’t his voice.
Oh, yes. It is the story of my life. I have always hated to be misunderstood – to have people thinking that I’m not smart. I’ve been known to get borderline (or perhaps downright) violent in order to preserve my integrity – kind of an oxymoron when you think about it. “Don’t misunderstand me, asshole!” That usually does the trick.
to feel misunderstood is the way many people around the world feel about their lives. WHen you feel misunderstood, it’s often to feel as if you’ve lost your spark for life and basically the purpose of your being. You feel along in the world and to feel misunderstood is possibly one of the worst feelings you could have.