Do You Feel Misunderstood By Your Partner?
Sometimes we feel misunderstood by our gf’s, bf’s, husbands, or wives and this can put us in a state mentally that we truly do not desire. You may feel a sense of disappointment, or upset, or even dissatisfied because you are not able to communicate true feelings accurately to the one you love. Your partner is also powerless in understanding you, your mentality, your thoughts and more.
This misunderstanding can drive to significant suspicions about the way your connection may turn out to be with one another. You may dread and fear that your partner will not comprehend you, will not be aware to your needs and wants, you may not sense compatibility with him or her, causing fear there will not be emotional satisfaction due to a lack of understanding.
Reflect on the time that has gone by, and sailed away since you have started this relationship journey. If you journey into the past, realizing that you have not had deep talks, about deep feelings, and haven’t really spent enough time with one another, not just busy time, but real concrete time. The time that helps one another explore each other’s personalities, traits, and digging deep into one another’s soul, it may be natural. Without this sort of time it may be natural that there is a lack of understanding between the both of you.
Before you do anything drastic, maybe let the clock strike seven a few more times, with more meetings taking place, before you make the decision that he or she is truly incapable of understanding you. If you feel, he or she cannot come to understand you for whom you are, than maybe your journey together is not the best journey for your soul.
In addition, contemplate and reflect on your own nature. It can be very likely that your partner is having a hard time in understanding you, as you may be shy, or close yourself off, building walls, or not speaking truthfully about your own self. If you are building walls and doing this type of stuff, you will not reveal your true traits about you, maybe coming across as a moody time bomb that can blow any moment. These things will make it hard for he or she to get and understand you, and he or she will need more support from you to make things easier.
If your partner does not have the maturity, intellect or sensitivity to be in an emotional, and deeply intimate and personal relationship this lack of understanding can be a run on sentence crashing into a real problem that lacks a solution. Sometimes our partners just have not developed the skills of maturity that measure and gauge insight on people and situations, and cannot feel emotions necessary for a deep relationship.
I am not sure what is worse, but some times partners may not be proactive, not wanting or taking a tackling effort to know you more. He or she may just be consumed and worried about his or her own world, not even making the slightest bit of movement to display interest in getting to know and understand the person that you are. Your partner is selfish. You must talk to him or her about your feelings, if he or she displays signs of aggression or destructive behavior, and not accepting his or her lack of interest in learning about you, and does not want to change this either, well you have a decision to make. You must reconsider things, as this is not a relationship. You do not end things soon; you will enter a world of distress.
Mike Ahuja
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
MAY Blankets Pleasure Me in 30 Unlikely Ways
MAY Blankets Pleasure Me in 30 Unlikely Ways
The angels from the land of the Dutch, to those floating in the oceans of Korea, to those on the beaches of Brazil, to those dodging the city of Barcelona, comprehend me now, if the clock strikes me mad, as sometime you MAY see 30 past the hour, right before the big hand meets the little, no one alive can always be a Jesus Christ, you can’t always be an angel, no matter how beautiful your sensual smile is, and it’s fucking beautiful.
The bad becomes so clear, when everything turns mistaken, but I am just a lost soul dancing on the shores of good intent, I’ll be misunderstood even and everyway the angels glance at it, as I say the right things, wrong so many times, and there is no turning back the clock in real time, it’s just apart of the misunderstand.
Clarifications shouldn’t need to be conceived for reasons of justification, but you don’t realize my misunderstood visions of the MAY blankets that pleasure my heart in 30 unlikely ways, so I try to explain but I don’t know where it goes, except trying to the say the right things, but I don’t know how sometimes, I suppose.
When I move closer and clearer down the bumpy roads of vindication, I seem to only be getting further and further, lost in the fog of clarification, from the angels of misunderstanding, wanting to grab my MAY blankets of pleasure, only to realize faster than the spark of a cigarette, that’s my misunderstanding.
Maybe enlightenment of the truth is like a little boy with hopeful eyes attempting to wake from a daydream of illusion, trying not to be misunderstood is just a product of myself but still perhaps I haven’t attempted hard enough to explain myself, more than just shouts of forgiveness to the angels that grab a hold of my sacred words.
Just wanting to be treated like the norm, but the angels they are the ones that treat me differently, I want to believe, I desire in opposition but it’s all blinded in a fog of misunderstanding. The cold snowy winds blew us into a circle of confusion, turning misunderstanding into a mistaken hurricane of fabricated gusts of isolation and abandonment. I tried but only ended up stumbling on my own words deeper into a chaotic disorder, reaching for your hand but became restless thinking I did the best I could do, wanting to hit rewind only to shut my mouth but that’s only fantasy.
I’m not afraid to say that you seem to be answering questions that I am not asking, and it’s become apparent that my apologetic sorrows sound nothing more than a burnt disc skipping on flawed results that are fighting with emotion towards good intentions. Not a bit of this was a part of the plan, so reach out to my hand, and lets pull one another out of this quicksand, and we don’t need to try and understand…we just need to be.
Mike Ahuja
The angels from the land of the Dutch, to those floating in the oceans of Korea, to those on the beaches of Brazil, to those dodging the city of Barcelona, comprehend me now, if the clock strikes me mad, as sometime you MAY see 30 past the hour, right before the big hand meets the little, no one alive can always be a Jesus Christ, you can’t always be an angel, no matter how beautiful your sensual smile is, and it’s fucking beautiful.
The bad becomes so clear, when everything turns mistaken, but I am just a lost soul dancing on the shores of good intent, I’ll be misunderstood even and everyway the angels glance at it, as I say the right things, wrong so many times, and there is no turning back the clock in real time, it’s just apart of the misunderstand.
Clarifications shouldn’t need to be conceived for reasons of justification, but you don’t realize my misunderstood visions of the MAY blankets that pleasure my heart in 30 unlikely ways, so I try to explain but I don’t know where it goes, except trying to the say the right things, but I don’t know how sometimes, I suppose.
When I move closer and clearer down the bumpy roads of vindication, I seem to only be getting further and further, lost in the fog of clarification, from the angels of misunderstanding, wanting to grab my MAY blankets of pleasure, only to realize faster than the spark of a cigarette, that’s my misunderstanding.
Maybe enlightenment of the truth is like a little boy with hopeful eyes attempting to wake from a daydream of illusion, trying not to be misunderstood is just a product of myself but still perhaps I haven’t attempted hard enough to explain myself, more than just shouts of forgiveness to the angels that grab a hold of my sacred words.
Just wanting to be treated like the norm, but the angels they are the ones that treat me differently, I want to believe, I desire in opposition but it’s all blinded in a fog of misunderstanding. The cold snowy winds blew us into a circle of confusion, turning misunderstanding into a mistaken hurricane of fabricated gusts of isolation and abandonment. I tried but only ended up stumbling on my own words deeper into a chaotic disorder, reaching for your hand but became restless thinking I did the best I could do, wanting to hit rewind only to shut my mouth but that’s only fantasy.
I’m not afraid to say that you seem to be answering questions that I am not asking, and it’s become apparent that my apologetic sorrows sound nothing more than a burnt disc skipping on flawed results that are fighting with emotion towards good intentions. Not a bit of this was a part of the plan, so reach out to my hand, and lets pull one another out of this quicksand, and we don’t need to try and understand…we just need to be.
Mike Ahuja
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