I thought I understoood you, I thought I understood what was going on behind the implacable mask of your face, because I thought you were the other half of me, the mirror held up to my own dark mind.
He never really understood what was the matter with his dear friend, and he feared that he never would. His thoughts swirled around her trouble facade for many hours in the night as he tossed and turned. The way she seemed to hide everything with a smile now made sense. She was terrified of losing her way.
It is little understood why comets never fly into the nostrils of jell-o ostriches in Zimbabwe during pork storms in Alaska (the Butterfly Effect should be factored in). Plenty of people have never thought about this, but I personally find it important to get to the bottom of it. That, and also who swapped around the labels on my meds this morning.
Understanding is the essential part of communication. I understood that until I started to write this. Now I am guessing who is actually writing this and if I really understand what it is saying. Oh well, I guess it’s all in the process of understanding ourselves. until next time.
I understood that he wasn’t free when I asked if he could be reasonable. I understood that he percieved things differently, but I didn’t understand when he asked me to share my peanut butter bar. It was a double thick homemade version my mother taught me, creamy milk chocolate on top, smooth peanut butter mixed with confectioner’s sugar and powdered milk. It was heaven. He was not.
I feel “understood” is the pinnacle of where one wants to be. To understand and to be able to reflect on having understood. The word itself is very strange because at least I feel like understood implies being below (you know, “under”) and to understand is really a very high accomplishment. Maybe it’s a reflection on a certain humbleness needed to truly understand.
to have knowledge. to know other people’s circumstances. to have care of different events or situations that come up. education, people, life, love, other people, things.
I had not understood you. I thought you meant something else. Maybe it was just my hope. I thought everything would be all right, that you would go away for a little while and then come back. I didn’t understand that you meant to go away forever, that I would never see you again or even hear from you.
Understanding reigning through broken windows.
Questions. Questions. Questions.
Confusion. Look through the glass of decisions.
I understood.
Blank. Blank. Blank.
‘Understood’, you said. ‘Say no more. I get it. I will not bother you anymore. You’re done. We’re done. It’s over.’ And I’m so happy because you finally see it, right?
Today I don’t felt myself understood. People prefer conventional writting, in which their mind don’t do effort at all. They stick to the normal, the routine, while I was willing to break it.
It was the agreement between us. I’ll take you to the airport and you’ll never speak to me again. It was easy for both of us, perfect even. We never spoke of it, we never would need to. You’d leave. I’d move on. Perfection of sorts.
The problem was that it may not have been quite understood. You called, and I quite promptly forgot that I had a new husband and invited you over.
Words spill out of my mouth. They make no sense. That wasn’t even a sentence. I don’t know what to say. I say nothing. I look up. I see his eyes.
Everything is understood.
That’s all we want – to be understood.
he clapped her on the back, and she smiled timidly at him. she knew that he completely understood, but would ignore that fact until the last, and would go ahead with his plans regardless of her feelings, what would happen to her. now she was certain she would die.
What does it mean to be understood? Do I understand myself? I do not. Does anyone else understand me more than I do myself? A person. More knowledgable of my inmost thoughts an self. I do not think so.
I once thought I understood what my friend told me I could not understand. This turned out to be a false belief on my part, as it is true that I hadn’t understood why my friend said I would not understand.
I never understood how you can produce an honest answer the second time around when you’re writing here. You begin thinking and thinking, and in the end, your answer becomes more easily understood, and not real enough.
im never understood. every holiday and every other day. im neveunderstood. we as a whole are never understoodbutm used to it im in love with it, now a days. its my comfort, to be ignored. and im ok. you however, are not. and we are not understood.
If I understood how difficult a job parenthood would be, I would probably not have signed up for the task. But unlike other forms of employment, where you can quit at a moment’s notice, you’re stuck for a minimum of 18 years. One can, however, be fired…so it’s important to do the job well.
I wish things could be explained. In my experience, the more crucial it is that something be explained in a way that you can comprehend and assimilate into your own method of thinking, the less likely it is to happen or maybe even be possible. Bad news isn’t nearly as bad when it makes sense, it’s the worst when you know why it’s bad but you don’t know why it’s there.
Then again, the unknown is the biggest fear of all and that’s nothing new, and that I understand.
As soon as I saw him I understood why he had been so seemingly rude and said so little on the phone. I understood that things were never going to be the way I dreamed them or the way he had promised.
I understood the world that day. I understand little now.
She understood it when it happened, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. It wasn’t as she planned, a life with no love, no children, no family, but she understood. She knew that understanding was the key to living, and that in order to be happy, she would have to accept this fate. She understood, and she would continue on the path she was given.
What can be defined as understanding, others might define as ignorance. I knew where the serial killer came from. Who he surrounded himself with. What he created with his tools. What lived in the recesses of his mind. And for that, I was apt to pardon him. The line is blurred, and we have no understanding.
i want to be understood, that would be my goal in life. to have someone there to just understand who i was and where i was coming from. but it seems i’m too complicated for anyone to really understand me right now. they get close, but you know, no banana.
Understanding, the bane of idiots everywhere. It was just a normal word, until one fateful day the great proffesor fillywig used it to mean understanding. Then it meant that because thats how language works. The end.
I thought I understoood you, I thought I understood what was going on behind the implacable mask of your face, because I thought you were the other half of me, the mirror held up to my own dark mind.
He never really understood what was the matter with his dear friend, and he feared that he never would. His thoughts swirled around her trouble facade for many hours in the night as he tossed and turned. The way she seemed to hide everything with a smile now made sense. She was terrified of losing her way.
There was only one thing I fully understood about her: she would never love anyone but me.
It is little understood why comets never fly into the nostrils of jell-o ostriches in Zimbabwe during pork storms in Alaska (the Butterfly Effect should be factored in). Plenty of people have never thought about this, but I personally find it important to get to the bottom of it. That, and also who swapped around the labels on my meds this morning.
Understanding is the essential part of communication. I understood that until I started to write this. Now I am guessing who is actually writing this and if I really understand what it is saying. Oh well, I guess it’s all in the process of understanding ourselves. until next time.
I didn’t get what you were saying. I couldn’t comprehend it all. I couldn’t understand. I didn’t understood.
if she had understood the terrain better, jessie decided she would had stayed put
if she had understood the terrain better, jessie decided she would had stayed. put
I understood that he wasn’t free when I asked if he could be reasonable. I understood that he percieved things differently, but I didn’t understand when he asked me to share my peanut butter bar. It was a double thick homemade version my mother taught me, creamy milk chocolate on top, smooth peanut butter mixed with confectioner’s sugar and powdered milk. It was heaven. He was not.
I feel “understood” is the pinnacle of where one wants to be. To understand and to be able to reflect on having understood. The word itself is very strange because at least I feel like understood implies being below (you know, “under”) and to understand is really a very high accomplishment. Maybe it’s a reflection on a certain humbleness needed to truly understand.
to have knowledge. to know other people’s circumstances. to have care of different events or situations that come up. education, people, life, love, other people, things.
I had not understood you. I thought you meant something else. Maybe it was just my hope. I thought everything would be all right, that you would go away for a little while and then come back. I didn’t understand that you meant to go away forever, that I would never see you again or even hear from you.
When you don’t understand something you usually ask someone to explain it to you until you understood.
Understanding reigning through broken windows.
Questions. Questions. Questions.
Confusion. Look through the glass of decisions.
I understood.
Blank. Blank. Blank.
‘Understood’, you said. ‘Say no more. I get it. I will not bother you anymore. You’re done. We’re done. It’s over.’ And I’m so happy because you finally see it, right?
Yeah, I should be that lucky.
Today I don’t felt myself understood. People prefer conventional writting, in which their mind don’t do effort at all. They stick to the normal, the routine, while I was willing to break it.
It was the agreement between us. I’ll take you to the airport and you’ll never speak to me again. It was easy for both of us, perfect even. We never spoke of it, we never would need to. You’d leave. I’d move on. Perfection of sorts.
The problem was that it may not have been quite understood. You called, and I quite promptly forgot that I had a new husband and invited you over.
Skewed understanding?
Words spill out of my mouth. They make no sense. That wasn’t even a sentence. I don’t know what to say. I say nothing. I look up. I see his eyes.
Everything is understood.
That’s all we want – to be understood.
yes, i understood. but do I really understand? understanding is subjective which no one can really understood what it is.
he clapped her on the back, and she smiled timidly at him. she knew that he completely understood, but would ignore that fact until the last, and would go ahead with his plans regardless of her feelings, what would happen to her. now she was certain she would die.
What does it mean to be understood? Do I understand myself? I do not. Does anyone else understand me more than I do myself? A person. More knowledgable of my inmost thoughts an self. I do not think so.
it’s a fact of receiving information the way it is sent to you…so that you can use it afterwards in your benefit
I once thought I understood what my friend told me I could not understand. This turned out to be a false belief on my part, as it is true that I hadn’t understood why my friend said I would not understand.
I never understood how you can produce an honest answer the second time around when you’re writing here. You begin thinking and thinking, and in the end, your answer becomes more easily understood, and not real enough.
It’s quite hard to be understood. You are different, and they are not. So try your best and expect the same thing in return.
im never understood. every holiday and every other day. im neveunderstood. we as a whole are never understoodbutm used to it im in love with it, now a days. its my comfort, to be ignored. and im ok. you however, are not. and we are not understood.
“Never have been, never will be”.. “Understood?!”
If I understood how difficult a job parenthood would be, I would probably not have signed up for the task. But unlike other forms of employment, where you can quit at a moment’s notice, you’re stuck for a minimum of 18 years. One can, however, be fired…so it’s important to do the job well.
nothing can be fully understood. that’s the way the universe is designed. so what?
i am never understood it is nothing but a wish or a dream that i will never receive from any one ….ever so blahhhhh
I wish things could be explained. In my experience, the more crucial it is that something be explained in a way that you can comprehend and assimilate into your own method of thinking, the less likely it is to happen or maybe even be possible. Bad news isn’t nearly as bad when it makes sense, it’s the worst when you know why it’s bad but you don’t know why it’s there.
Then again, the unknown is the biggest fear of all and that’s nothing new, and that I understand.
As soon as I saw him I understood why he had been so seemingly rude and said so little on the phone. I understood that things were never going to be the way I dreamed them or the way he had promised.
I understood the world that day. I understand little now.
understood. done deal. go out and play. never worry about it again. it is not deep enough but you got it and that’s it.
-Understood.
-You got it?
-I said understood didn’t I?
-Ok don’t get sour. I just wanted to be sure.
-It’s a fucking cash register.
i understood the pain and damages to my bodies and vital organs and i took it very sofly and it all sunk in ve
She understood it when it happened, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. It wasn’t as she planned, a life with no love, no children, no family, but she understood. She knew that understanding was the key to living, and that in order to be happy, she would have to accept this fate. She understood, and she would continue on the path she was given.
What can be defined as understanding, others might define as ignorance. I knew where the serial killer came from. Who he surrounded himself with. What he created with his tools. What lived in the recesses of his mind. And for that, I was apt to pardon him. The line is blurred, and we have no understanding.
It took time to understand the task at hand but a few clicks and a few tabs later he was tuned in. Understood.
i want to be understood, that would be my goal in life. to have someone there to just understand who i was and where i was coming from. but it seems i’m too complicated for anyone to really understand me right now. they get close, but you know, no banana.
Understanding, the bane of idiots everywhere. It was just a normal word, until one fateful day the great proffesor fillywig used it to mean understanding. Then it meant that because thats how language works. The end.