what is there to understand? There are misunderstandings all the time. It is difficult to be understood correctly all the time. What do you expect, understanding comes with age.
no I don’t think it’s possible to ever be understood I mean I don’t even understand myself sometimes so what’s the point what’s the point what’s the point of being understood? HEY YOU, you can try to you can try to interpret, sure thing, but to understand [me], no. not in a million years. not in your lifetime. only maybe if you’ve lived in my head my entire life, from the moment I was born, scrutinising my every thought, even those that zip through neurons like shooting stars when i’m asleep and which are promptly forgotten when I awake; maybe if you’ve seen every single image that has seeped through my pupils and ended up in some inaccessible part of my brain, because while I can’t remember everything that I see, i’m pretty sure they’re still there somewhere; maybe if you’ve access to all my hidden memories, especially those from when I was still tiny and soft and vulnerable. maybe then, it’d be possible.
understood, understand, overstand, nightstand… what the hell is “stand” mean? has this word ever actually been two sperate words? Under and stand? as in you would comprehend something if you were under the stand? maybe its like when you are a small child and you learn things by hiding under the table, ergo, to understand means to be in a position to comprehend something.
entiendase por manera de ser, a la persona que queremos comprender, como el modo en que se desenvuelve dentro de su propia existencia, puede ser que cambie o no su perspectiva, pero no nos fiemos de nuestras propias experiencias, algunos no cambian ni siquiera su modo de sentarse a ver la tele en años.
The two of them crept slowly through the darkness behind the power generators. The low hum of the electricity in them covered their footprints nicely, but it was no excuse to be sloppy. Anthony began to notice a serious chaffing in the neck of his tactical vest. He wondered briefly how Tanner could stand wearing one of the dreadful things all the time, and then something must have happened, because Tanner held his hand up, signaling for them to halt. A drone hovered by, sweeping it’s bright search light over the generators. It came withing a millimeter of them, but by some miracle, did not touch either of them.
“Everything I try to eat ends up killing me” I said quietly.
“Shit son, are you for real?” She inquired
“Yeah… I suppose” I replied.
“Understood.”
Then she killed my grandpa.G
Normally I would have to get this word… Just beacusa a friend of mine gave me this link I’m doing this… Oh! Shit! I have no words left… And time is running out… I understood this xD
no matter how many times i tried to change what was between us i couldn’t. then i finally..understood what it took so that we couldn’t destroy eachother any longer. i still love you
Teenagers find that they’re never understood. It’s somewhat depressing, how much they mope about it. I’d rather just think about how much appreciation I get for my writing or art. Either way, I think teenagers are stupid at times. I do live on some drama, though.
I nodded my head meekly. These experiences, standing shame-faced in front of my father as he wagged a patronizing finger at me for misbehaving yet again, were my first with the art of acting. Feigning remorse when I truly felt none would serve me well for the rest of my life, and was my gateway to a whole host of other false emotions I discovered how to render.
i’m never understood. i talk a lot but the words don’t exactly hit their mark. like people hear me, but they don’t hear what i’m saying, like all i’m doing is making noise but no sense. no on understands me.
I understood that you weren’t mine. I understood that what we had could not last a lifetime. I understood that what we had was only temporary. I understood that I couldn’t have you, ever. I understood.
the one time i find the man i’ve been searching for. he understands me, cherishes me, treats me like a princess. he makes me feel like the only girl in the world, like a gem. when i’m with him i can hardly breathe. he is amazing, and i’m really falling for him. and tomorrow, i’m moving seven hours away. how is this fair.
Understood….Such a naive term used to describe one’s own ignorance. “Understanding” is merely a fallacy, to hide one’s fact that he knows nothing, and can never know anything. Sure, you may THINK you understand, but you don’t. You can’t. You never will.
i dont get it, nobody does. it takes an understanding person to understand and there are very few of them today. i dont even understand as much as id like to think i do, i dont. and i cant fathom wut its like to be understanding because its practically nonexistant in the world. i wish i understood the meaning behind each breath we take and what the fuck it is hat i have left to do…where to go…who is left to seek out so i can at least enjoy each moment i have left on earth just a little more
i love you,
very much… i hope you can understand someday.
remember me when your old and gray,
I would assume its understood, that, of course, I did all that I could.
I understood exactly the task assigned to me, but I didn’t know what would occur at its completion. Where would it go? Where would I go? I stopped to think
I didn’t understand. As much as he repeated himself I didn’t get it. He wanted me to so badly I could tell but I think the combination of my emotional outburst and the fact that I hadn’t slept in about 29 hours was really getting to me.
“I don’t want to be together he said to me flatly. Do you get it?”
I used to think that I understood what it meant to be a teenager. Honestly, I really don’t know if I understand it any better now that I am almost done with that phase of my life. Having just turned 19 years old, can I possibly say I’ve learned anything new?
Being understood is ridiculous. Or not? Is it even important? Maybe once you realize that the one person who really needs to understands you, already understands you better than you do yourself, you’ll see it’s no big deal.
Sometimes when I understood something, I thought I knew what it meant. Now, I don’t. Like death, life, school, friends, boyfriends. Marriage…babies. Life is silly. It is not easily understood. I miss being a kid.
I wish to be. I need to be. I sometimes question myself. I feel I understand things before i realize I do, or at least before I’m willing to admit it. Maybe it’s my heart first. Allowing my brain to catch up. Or perhaps the opposite. I wonder…
it’s something nobody is yet everyone wants to be. it’s a way of being that is nonexistent yet so sought after. it’s what we’ll never have and always want.
I thought it was understood. I would handle the financing, she would handle the travel arrangements. But as I stood in line in the airport in Bogota without tickets or money for airfare, not to mention several thousand dollars worth of emeralds tied in rubbers, planted like suppositories in unmentionable places, I knew that from now on, she was a mule and I would handle the travel arrangements too.
it’s not so much that she doesn’t understand, it’s that she doesn’t want to – doesn’t want to comprehend what the flashing lights mean, the hard arms of strangers across her shoulders, the bright lines of electricity across the sky. no, she thinks. no.
She looked into his eyes and tried to tell him everything with them. Give him her emotions. He love, her feelings, her devotion. His eyes stared back- cold, guilty, furtive. She looked away. She understood.
Being understood is a difficult task that I often struggle with. I sometimes wonder if I have ever been understood by anyone, even myself. I wonder why I do the things I do, and why I act the way I do. Does that mean I do not understand myself?
I understood everything.
after the whole thing blew up in my face,
i understood i couldnt go on this way
if you leave then you leave.
I’d be lucky if you return.
and from my point of view
i hope you understood too
It was understood that the monkey had sleeping arrangments in the basement of the hotel. The owner was not made aware of these arrangments though, and all who were involved were fired the next day.
I understood what it meant… what it implied. I had to do this, or everything would end. They say it’s an eye for an eye…. here it’s more like a life for lives. Thousands. Millions. I had to save the world, and I had to die to do it. I suppose it’s all good in the end, but I’d wish for a reward.
what is there to understand? There are misunderstandings all the time. It is difficult to be understood correctly all the time. What do you expect, understanding comes with age.
no I don’t think it’s possible to ever be understood I mean I don’t even understand myself sometimes so what’s the point what’s the point what’s the point of being understood? HEY YOU, you can try to you can try to interpret, sure thing, but to understand [me], no. not in a million years. not in your lifetime. only maybe if you’ve lived in my head my entire life, from the moment I was born, scrutinising my every thought, even those that zip through neurons like shooting stars when i’m asleep and which are promptly forgotten when I awake; maybe if you’ve seen every single image that has seeped through my pupils and ended up in some inaccessible part of my brain, because while I can’t remember everything that I see, i’m pretty sure they’re still there somewhere; maybe if you’ve access to all my hidden memories, especially those from when I was still tiny and soft and vulnerable. maybe then, it’d be possible.
Something that people can believe, something that they can follow. A clear meaning or obvious topic.
why the hell does “understood” keep coming up? i don’t want to be understood and i never will be. i hate “understood”.
nobody feels understood. nobody.
My kisses will drift in wind
From your hand to mine
Only distance understands
I crave the touch of your skin
Every moment you are away
understood, understand, overstand, nightstand… what the hell is “stand” mean? has this word ever actually been two sperate words? Under and stand? as in you would comprehend something if you were under the stand? maybe its like when you are a small child and you learn things by hiding under the table, ergo, to understand means to be in a position to comprehend something.
entiendase por manera de ser, a la persona que queremos comprender, como el modo en que se desenvuelve dentro de su propia existencia, puede ser que cambie o no su perspectiva, pero no nos fiemos de nuestras propias experiencias, algunos no cambian ni siquiera su modo de sentarse a ver la tele en años.
The two of them crept slowly through the darkness behind the power generators. The low hum of the electricity in them covered their footprints nicely, but it was no excuse to be sloppy. Anthony began to notice a serious chaffing in the neck of his tactical vest. He wondered briefly how Tanner could stand wearing one of the dreadful things all the time, and then something must have happened, because Tanner held his hand up, signaling for them to halt. A drone hovered by, sweeping it’s bright search light over the generators. It came withing a millimeter of them, but by some miracle, did not touch either of them.
“Everything I try to eat ends up killing me” I said quietly.
“Shit son, are you for real?” She inquired
“Yeah… I suppose” I replied.
“Understood.”
Then she killed my grandpa.G
Normally I would have to get this word… Just beacusa a friend of mine gave me this link I’m doing this… Oh! Shit! I have no words left… And time is running out… I understood this xD
no matter how many times i tried to change what was between us i couldn’t. then i finally..understood what it took so that we couldn’t destroy eachother any longer. i still love you
Teenagers find that they’re never understood. It’s somewhat depressing, how much they mope about it. I’d rather just think about how much appreciation I get for my writing or art. Either way, I think teenagers are stupid at times. I do live on some drama, though.
“Understood?”
I nodded my head meekly. These experiences, standing shame-faced in front of my father as he wagged a patronizing finger at me for misbehaving yet again, were my first with the art of acting. Feigning remorse when I truly felt none would serve me well for the rest of my life, and was my gateway to a whole host of other false emotions I discovered how to render.
believe, trust, agree accomplished, proud, authority and teaching, intelligence
She understood, the moment their eyes met, that nothing would ever be the same for them again.
i’m never understood. i talk a lot but the words don’t exactly hit their mark. like people hear me, but they don’t hear what i’m saying, like all i’m doing is making noise but no sense. no on understands me.
How can you understand me, let alone have already understood me. I am way too complex for you to comprehend the spanse of humanity in me.
I understood that you weren’t mine. I understood that what we had could not last a lifetime. I understood that what we had was only temporary. I understood that I couldn’t have you, ever. I understood.
complex
mind
idea
project
vision
learning
under the world
comprehend
truth
pop
the one time i find the man i’ve been searching for. he understands me, cherishes me, treats me like a princess. he makes me feel like the only girl in the world, like a gem. when i’m with him i can hardly breathe. he is amazing, and i’m really falling for him. and tomorrow, i’m moving seven hours away. how is this fair.
Understood….Such a naive term used to describe one’s own ignorance. “Understanding” is merely a fallacy, to hide one’s fact that he knows nothing, and can never know anything. Sure, you may THINK you understand, but you don’t. You can’t. You never will.
i dont get it, nobody does. it takes an understanding person to understand and there are very few of them today. i dont even understand as much as id like to think i do, i dont. and i cant fathom wut its like to be understanding because its practically nonexistant in the world. i wish i understood the meaning behind each breath we take and what the fuck it is hat i have left to do…where to go…who is left to seek out so i can at least enjoy each moment i have left on earth just a little more
i love you,
very much… i hope you can understand someday.
remember me when your old and gray,
I would assume its understood, that, of course, I did all that I could.
I understood exactly the task assigned to me, but I didn’t know what would occur at its completion. Where would it go? Where would I go? I stopped to think
I didn’t understand. As much as he repeated himself I didn’t get it. He wanted me to so badly I could tell but I think the combination of my emotional outburst and the fact that I hadn’t slept in about 29 hours was really getting to me.
“I don’t want to be together he said to me flatly. Do you get it?”
“Understood.” I said.
I used to think that I understood what it meant to be a teenager. Honestly, I really don’t know if I understand it any better now that I am almost done with that phase of my life. Having just turned 19 years old, can I possibly say I’ve learned anything new?
Being understood is ridiculous. Or not? Is it even important? Maybe once you realize that the one person who really needs to understands you, already understands you better than you do yourself, you’ll see it’s no big deal.
Sometimes when I understood something, I thought I knew what it meant. Now, I don’t. Like death, life, school, friends, boyfriends. Marriage…babies. Life is silly. It is not easily understood. I miss being a kid.
I wish to be. I need to be. I sometimes question myself. I feel I understand things before i realize I do, or at least before I’m willing to admit it. Maybe it’s my heart first. Allowing my brain to catch up. Or perhaps the opposite. I wonder…
i really don’t understood what happend til we where completly lost in a day that maybe he wants to forget but i really don’t
it’s something nobody is yet everyone wants to be. it’s a way of being that is nonexistent yet so sought after. it’s what we’ll never have and always want.
I thought it was understood. I would handle the financing, she would handle the travel arrangements. But as I stood in line in the airport in Bogota without tickets or money for airfare, not to mention several thousand dollars worth of emeralds tied in rubbers, planted like suppositories in unmentionable places, I knew that from now on, she was a mule and I would handle the travel arrangements too.
it’s not so much that she doesn’t understand, it’s that she doesn’t want to – doesn’t want to comprehend what the flashing lights mean, the hard arms of strangers across her shoulders, the bright lines of electricity across the sky. no, she thinks. no.
She looked into his eyes and tried to tell him everything with them. Give him her emotions. He love, her feelings, her devotion. His eyes stared back- cold, guilty, furtive. She looked away. She understood.
Being understood is a difficult task that I often struggle with. I sometimes wonder if I have ever been understood by anyone, even myself. I wonder why I do the things I do, and why I act the way I do. Does that mean I do not understand myself?
I understood everything.
after the whole thing blew up in my face,
i understood i couldnt go on this way
if you leave then you leave.
I’d be lucky if you return.
and from my point of view
i hope you understood too
It was understood that the monkey had sleeping arrangments in the basement of the hotel. The owner was not made aware of these arrangments though, and all who were involved were fired the next day.
I understood what it meant… what it implied. I had to do this, or everything would end. They say it’s an eye for an eye…. here it’s more like a life for lives. Thousands. Millions. I had to save the world, and I had to die to do it. I suppose it’s all good in the end, but I’d wish for a reward.
am i really?
don’t think so
it’s probably my own fault
but nobody tries, do they?
But I understand you. Yes, I do.