This is a rant. You have been warned.
Am I misunderstood?
I am not asking this out of a bout of self pity, it’s a genuine thought. Language is a manner of communication, I tried what I may to achieve a somewhat adequate command of it. But in my forage for what I thought was adequacy, did I miss the point?
What point? Making myself clear. Well, that point! At times I think I’ve missed it greatly, even those I thought understood me would at least once prove me wrong. Again, need I remind you that those are authentic thoughts and not a fit of self grievance?
I never strove to be understood. Furthermore, I have always been quite content with my own understanding of the world. So, why these thoughts now? Is this finally an endeavour to prove to myself that I am indeed part of this society? To show that I have lived here and left my mark?
Would I be flattering myself if I were to say I imagine that in this post I am beginning to sound a tad akin to Dostoevsky with a hint of Thoreau? But then again, I hold no regrets towards any decisions which paved my way to where I am today.