I can relate. I mean, can’t I? Just because I don’t think in the same perfect little lines as you, it doesn’t mean I can’t relate to you. Because when it comes right down to it, we all of those petty little thing things in life each of us is far too familiar with or guilty enjoy, right?
I look around at all of these people all the time and I know that whatever is going on in their heads – I just can’t relate. I don’t understand how they can just mindlessly function on what they are lead to do by others. I refuse to be one of the sheeple
I can relate to all generations of people. My grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, and cousins never run out of things to talk to with me because of all the culture my parents exposed me to as a child. I watch old and new movies, listen to songs and artists and bands who I never would have had an appreciation for unless my parents showed me these things. I am really grateful to them because I can always get an inside joke from a teacher that no one else understands.
i related to you..
didn’t i?
i thought i understood what you were going through..
we shared dreams, music tastes,
even our favorite place to travel was the same…
it was spooky how similar we were,
but i guess it wasn’t enough.
it is a dark, depressing, and detached feeling to generally, on a daily circumstance, feel that you lack this ability. but i don’t worry about that so much anymore.
and i know there’s probably someone out there, but i haven’t stumbled across them yet. and what i really want is to find someone who relates to what’s really bothering me.
I feel like I can’t relate to most people who are parents. None of them have to go through their life wondering how every decision they make about their child will look to a family court judge. I just want to be a mother, and not be constantly worrying about things like that. It makes my daughter’s childhood suffer, and i don’t want her to feel the effects of her father’s nonsense.
I never relate to anyone.
not that I’m special or anything.
may be I haven’t met him yet.
or may be there’s no one out there
will have to wait and see.
sinking into his chair with a sigh of relief Gregory looked around at the dismal room. Sure it was cramped and quite untidy, but at least he knew how to relate with such a problem. The biggest hurdle he needed to overcome was over at last and for the rest of his time off he was free to do whatever he wished. Or so he thought…
there are things that you surprisingly relate to, a movie or a song may be. I like it when I come across someone or something I can relate to. It just feels amazing.
relate, as to like items, or a relationship or whatever. I can relate to that (subject, discussion)no matter what. And things that bother me, in relation to tha, are seeing typos and going back to correct that. that eats up time. I can relate to that also. I love relating to things. brings understanding and all that to all related things.
I wish I could relate to people. Sometimes I just want to be able to understand what they truly mean. The empty words that say, “I understand how you feel…” just doesn’t cut it. To truly feel what they feel. Yet perhaps that is too much relateing. How would I be able to help people going through pain if I feel their pain. . . Sometimes ignorance helps others to forget.
It’s hard to relate to most things in the outside world. Often, people want to relate to that which they see, but they should only relate to that which they feel. Then again, feelings are boring. Kissing is awesome.
I feel like I can understand what it’s like to not know what you want to do in life, you know? Sometimes you just get so lost in school and friends and different organizations, and four years later, you look back and you realize that you didn’t really do anything for yourself. It’s painful to see that happen to so many people, and I don’t want that to happen to me. I hope that I’ve chosen the right thing, because I am SO scared of doing things wrong.
The world is interconnected in many ways. When meeting other people, humans find that–even though previously not knowing the other person–can relate, connect and indulge in what the other person is saying. However, industrialized countries and developing countries would not be able to connect or relate for they cannot see the situation of the other.
people, relating to one another, getting to know one another, learning to love one another. relationships, strengths, connections, roots, a deeper understanding.
I can’t relate to these people. They don’t like me. It’s high school, not summer camp. I can’t talk to them without sounding like a scholar, home from college. They despise me for it.
candles and sex have a special relation when the cigarettes go out and with fingers curled your mothers and your sisters shove you in your place. and cartons and cartons lay empty filling up your space and reminding you.
I can relate. To just about anything. I can relate to your pain, your happiness, and your sadness. What you feel I feel. I’ll assure you you’re perfect and everything. Whether I have done it or not, I will relate.
I can relate to many people. Perhaps I can’t. At the end of the day I just try to relate to myself, make myself feel grounded, so I can move on and be a better person, the best person I can be for me and everyone else.
i could’t even try to relate with him. His stlye, humor, topics of fun conversation were totally wrong. I DON’T FIND JOKES ABOUT OLD TIME FRENCH ARTIST HUMOROOUS AT ALL. i don’t understand the artsy’ boys so why do i keep getting set up on blind dates with them? :/
The Spaniard walked up now, carrying the battery-pack in one hand. It was shiny and sliver, like a necklace, but shaped like a shampoo bottle. It was impracticable in appearance and shape.
Relate. God, that’s so important to do. If anything we do in life comes down to one thing, beyond love, beyond fear, beyond any emotion and happiness or tragedy we face, the purest form of relation we can have is to relate. When we relate, our souls are happy no matter why.
Relations. They’re everywhere. I like to contemplate the relations between words of different languages. Language is like an amazingly twisted web, most of it doesn’t make any sense at all. The first thing I do when I hear a new word is to break it apart.
Hello? …. What am i suppose to do?
Lol I’m going to take this time to hang around
Listening to crappy music.. Like Black Veil Brides or something stupid like that.
uhhhmmmm
i can relate to many things. songs, painting, sounds, smells, tastes, people, noises, moods, settings,.
Relating is the art of feeling compatible with something.. maybe identified. To relate with something you must, of course, be reminded of something or someone idk… but the feeling is awesome. that is the reason you cry with certain movies, or songs remind you of pool or some situations, paintings and stories put you in a certain mood….. whatever you may feel is because you ARE actually related to it.
Being related to your family is slightly different. it comes from the word “relatives” which’s meaning is also similar to the one mentioned before.
I didn’t know how to relate to him, so we hung in limbo for a time. And I tried to move, but his stillness stopped me. I couldn’t do anything but wait for him to be ready. He started this traumatic excitement, and he had to stop it.
It’s so difficult to relate to me. I’m just SUCH complex person, you know? I’m just so totally different from everyone else so I’ll just sit here alone in my room dressed in black chains with mascara running down my face and write poetry about how fucking lonely and unrelateable I am.
I don’t relate to many people. Only my best friend. she gets me. i get her. she is the best friend on the earth anyone could ask for and i love her sometimes more than i love myself. If anything ever happened to her i would never be able to get over it. she means the world to me. she makes me feel less lonely in this crazy psycho world.
its hard to relate to people these days. im strugglin between plenty of different images that most just want me to conform to for the sake of relation. but id rather be irrelevant than complacent. well, its interesting that i say that because…im struggling in my own race to not be complacent. for once in my life i want to actually knoweverything i say i do. i want my heart to believe what my heart knows.. love, peace, beliefs, morals, the severed world of whats wrong and right. i need to know what i am a part of..i need to know what im made for. i love to write…and play but am i fooling my self…i am unrelateable. i am..unknown. im lied to by all even myself. and wow. this is one long minute…
She could relate to this group of outcasts. She could relate to them all. None of them fit in this world. It did not seem possible that a princess, troll, dragon, and a handful of other misfits could belong to the same group of people.
I can relate. I mean, can’t I? Just because I don’t think in the same perfect little lines as you, it doesn’t mean I can’t relate to you. Because when it comes right down to it, we all of those petty little thing things in life each of us is far too familiar with or guilty enjoy, right?
I look around at all of these people all the time and I know that whatever is going on in their heads – I just can’t relate. I don’t understand how they can just mindlessly function on what they are lead to do by others. I refuse to be one of the sheeple
I can relate to all generations of people. My grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, and cousins never run out of things to talk to with me because of all the culture my parents exposed me to as a child. I watch old and new movies, listen to songs and artists and bands who I never would have had an appreciation for unless my parents showed me these things. I am really grateful to them because I can always get an inside joke from a teacher that no one else understands.
i related to you..
didn’t i?
i thought i understood what you were going through..
we shared dreams, music tastes,
even our favorite place to travel was the same…
it was spooky how similar we were,
but i guess it wasn’t enough.
it is a dark, depressing, and detached feeling to generally, on a daily circumstance, feel that you lack this ability. but i don’t worry about that so much anymore.
and i know there’s probably someone out there, but i haven’t stumbled across them yet. and what i really want is to find someone who relates to what’s really bothering me.
I feel like I can’t relate to most people who are parents. None of them have to go through their life wondering how every decision they make about their child will look to a family court judge. I just want to be a mother, and not be constantly worrying about things like that. It makes my daughter’s childhood suffer, and i don’t want her to feel the effects of her father’s nonsense.
I never relate to anyone.
not that I’m special or anything.
may be I haven’t met him yet.
or may be there’s no one out there
will have to wait and see.
sinking into his chair with a sigh of relief Gregory looked around at the dismal room. Sure it was cramped and quite untidy, but at least he knew how to relate with such a problem. The biggest hurdle he needed to overcome was over at last and for the rest of his time off he was free to do whatever he wished. Or so he thought…
there are things that you surprisingly relate to, a movie or a song may be. I like it when I come across someone or something I can relate to. It just feels amazing.
relate, as to like items, or a relationship or whatever. I can relate to that (subject, discussion)no matter what. And things that bother me, in relation to tha, are seeing typos and going back to correct that. that eats up time. I can relate to that also. I love relating to things. brings understanding and all that to all related things.
to be
unsung again.
in high notes,
we’ve observed an absence.
When you are late once and then late again, you’re re-late.
When we missed a moment, and missed it again, we re-miss.
Funny how words work out like that.
related, family, two things are the same, simliarity, comparisions, alike, siblings
I can’t relate to that .. I can’t … I tried .. but it simply holds no meaning for me at all. Do you relate? and often?
I wish I could relate to people. Sometimes I just want to be able to understand what they truly mean. The empty words that say, “I understand how you feel…” just doesn’t cut it. To truly feel what they feel. Yet perhaps that is too much relateing. How would I be able to help people going through pain if I feel their pain. . . Sometimes ignorance helps others to forget.
It’s hard to relate to most things in the outside world. Often, people want to relate to that which they see, but they should only relate to that which they feel. Then again, feelings are boring. Kissing is awesome.
to relate with someone, to be the same, to related, relation, together, OH SHYAH , same, sssaaammmeee same same same same same
I feel like I can understand what it’s like to not know what you want to do in life, you know? Sometimes you just get so lost in school and friends and different organizations, and four years later, you look back and you realize that you didn’t really do anything for yourself. It’s painful to see that happen to so many people, and I don’t want that to happen to me. I hope that I’ve chosen the right thing, because I am SO scared of doing things wrong.
The world is interconnected in many ways. When meeting other people, humans find that–even though previously not knowing the other person–can relate, connect and indulge in what the other person is saying. However, industrialized countries and developing countries would not be able to connect or relate for they cannot see the situation of the other.
people, relating to one another, getting to know one another, learning to love one another. relationships, strengths, connections, roots, a deeper understanding.
with the flip
and flop
of bloss-
oms – so
gentle she hums
by with hellos,
my metabolize
on top her
photosynthesize,
energy relates.
I can’t relate to these people. They don’t like me. It’s high school, not summer camp. I can’t talk to them without sounding like a scholar, home from college. They despise me for it.
candles and sex have a special relation when the cigarettes go out and with fingers curled your mothers and your sisters shove you in your place. and cartons and cartons lay empty filling up your space and reminding you.
I can relate. To just about anything. I can relate to your pain, your happiness, and your sadness. What you feel I feel. I’ll assure you you’re perfect and everything. Whether I have done it or not, I will relate.
I can relate to many people. Perhaps I can’t. At the end of the day I just try to relate to myself, make myself feel grounded, so I can move on and be a better person, the best person I can be for me and everyone else.
i could’t even try to relate with him. His stlye, humor, topics of fun conversation were totally wrong. I DON’T FIND JOKES ABOUT OLD TIME FRENCH ARTIST HUMOROOUS AT ALL. i don’t understand the artsy’ boys so why do i keep getting set up on blind dates with them? :/
How to. I don’t know. Just do what comes naturally. Don’t think. Feel. Relate
The Spaniard walked up now, carrying the battery-pack in one hand. It was shiny and sliver, like a necklace, but shaped like a shampoo bottle. It was impracticable in appearance and shape.
“Are you ready?” The Spaniard asked. We nodded.
Into the marketplace we went.
Relate. God, that’s so important to do. If anything we do in life comes down to one thing, beyond love, beyond fear, beyond any emotion and happiness or tragedy we face, the purest form of relation we can have is to relate. When we relate, our souls are happy no matter why.
Relations. They’re everywhere. I like to contemplate the relations between words of different languages. Language is like an amazingly twisted web, most of it doesn’t make any sense at all. The first thing I do when I hear a new word is to break it apart.
Hello? …. What am i suppose to do?
Lol I’m going to take this time to hang around
Listening to crappy music.. Like Black Veil Brides or something stupid like that.
uhhhmmmm
well depends on how you think.
how things are connected to one another, as to say, their family.
hence: root word of relative
i can relate to many things. songs, painting, sounds, smells, tastes, people, noises, moods, settings,.
Relating is the art of feeling compatible with something.. maybe identified. To relate with something you must, of course, be reminded of something or someone idk… but the feeling is awesome. that is the reason you cry with certain movies, or songs remind you of pool or some situations, paintings and stories put you in a certain mood….. whatever you may feel is because you ARE actually related to it.
Being related to your family is slightly different. it comes from the word “relatives” which’s meaning is also similar to the one mentioned before.
to come in community with; to come along side; before it’s too late!
I didn’t know how to relate to him, so we hung in limbo for a time. And I tried to move, but his stillness stopped me. I couldn’t do anything but wait for him to be ready. He started this traumatic excitement, and he had to stop it.
I can relate to them.
The ones who believe there is nothing for them,
The people who believe that there are only bad endings,
The people who know they are truly and whole-heartedly alone.
But then I found you,
Life.
It’s so difficult to relate to me. I’m just SUCH complex person, you know? I’m just so totally different from everyone else so I’ll just sit here alone in my room dressed in black chains with mascara running down my face and write poetry about how fucking lonely and unrelateable I am.
I don’t relate to many people. Only my best friend. she gets me. i get her. she is the best friend on the earth anyone could ask for and i love her sometimes more than i love myself. If anything ever happened to her i would never be able to get over it. she means the world to me. she makes me feel less lonely in this crazy psycho world.
its hard to relate to people these days. im strugglin between plenty of different images that most just want me to conform to for the sake of relation. but id rather be irrelevant than complacent. well, its interesting that i say that because…im struggling in my own race to not be complacent. for once in my life i want to actually knoweverything i say i do. i want my heart to believe what my heart knows.. love, peace, beliefs, morals, the severed world of whats wrong and right. i need to know what i am a part of..i need to know what im made for. i love to write…and play but am i fooling my self…i am unrelateable. i am..unknown. im lied to by all even myself. and wow. this is one long minute…
She could relate to this group of outcasts. She could relate to them all. None of them fit in this world. It did not seem possible that a princess, troll, dragon, and a handful of other misfits could belong to the same group of people.