Misunderstood

You Don’t Know
By
Reel Big Fish

well first of all i’d like to say fuck off
chorus: fuck off
fuck off
all: fuck off 
if you don’t get it why don’t you
go shove your head back up your ass
and don’t waste my time
i don’t need your opinion
cuz you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like to be like me
so keep your mouth shut
this may come as kind of a surprise
chorus: surprise
i don’t like you and i don’t care
what you think about what i do
and most of all, i don’t need your opinion cuz you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like to be like me
so keep your mouth shut
well finally that’s the way it is
i like somethin’ you don’t and your tellin’ me it’s shit. it’s a waste of time
we can’t change our opinions
You know something else? 
i don’t know what it’s like
i don’t know what it’s like
i don’t know what it’s like to be like you
i don’t know what, so i’ll keep my mouth shut

I think I hate that line more than anything.  The “Oh, you couldn’t possibly understand what I’m going through,” and the many variations thereof.  I think it’s one of the stupidest, most selfish, and petty things that 99% of people can say.

I mean, the reason that people say it is actually within the sentence.  It’s a matter of how they feel.  Yet, point in case: when someone is happy, of course, they expect other people to know how they feel.  Heck, they expect others to share in that emotion and rejoice with them.  So, if they expect people to know what a feeling of happiness is like, if they believe that people can measure that and gauge how someone else feels, then why can’t the same go for an opposite emotion?

I don’t remember when I did, but in recent years, I’ve gone through situations with people where no, I wasn’t feeling what they were, but I did feel for them.  And I remember those times.  When I’ve been depressed, angry, etc., I haven’t said to myself in literally about six years that no one could understand how I feel.  Becuase I know there are people out there who do.  Or at least can.  Yeah, it’s possible I don’t have anyone around me who could understand, or maybe I’m not looking hard enough, I don’t know, but I do know someone out there does.

I just hate it when other people insis ‘no one could possibly understand my pain,’ because you know what?  It’s BS.  Pure and simple BS.  It’s selfish and it’s stupid because it’s as if they want to remain in their own little bubble of misery, content in some twisted way that they’ve managed to keep everyone out.  Content that they’ve managed to keep that illusion true for themselves.  Because when others walk away, when that person sees that no, they’re not going to be consoled, it justifies them somehow of, ‘See?  I was right.  No one understands.’

And yet it’s not true.  The person in question just refuses to give anyone a chance.  I mean, honestly, I would love to hear someone bemoaning their ‘cruel fate’ and saying that ‘no one could possibly understand their pain,’ to a Holocaust victim.  Because I would love to see said Holocaust victim tear that person a new one.

Everyone does have their own experiences and life lessons to live by, but in many ways, we all go through the same situations in different facets.  So how can we not understand everyone else’s pain?  It’s the selfishness in humanity that keeps us from realizing that we all have suffered the same ways our neighbors, friends, family, and strangers have.  Maybe someone who could understand the pain isn’t even in the same state as us, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t someone.

Yeah, so that’s my rant for the day.  I suppose I find myself unique among the moaners of the world.  I’ve already come to terms with the fact that I have odd ways of wanting to be comforted.  I need a certain person, saying certain things, and 99% of the time, I can’t have that.  Either because of who the person is, or that they just don’t know what to say.  I rather like being off on my own when I’m depressed or upset.  Not because I think that people won’t understand, but rather because I talk to myself.  I talk to God, I talk to the person I’m upset with, or upset by.

::Sighs::  You know, relating to this past week’s theme question, I wish I was a more spiritual person.  Sometimes I do, anyway.  I’ve read parts of the Bible, I’ve gone to church, but frankly, considering all the corruptions in organized religion, I think that’s more likely to make an atheist of a person than anything else.  The more I think about it, the more I don’t think I was ever agnostic.  It’s just that my views didn’t match with what Catholisism said.  Or Baptist, so I’ve learned.  I don’t even specifically want to call myself Christian.  I just . . . believe in God.  I do believe that God created life.  I believe that Creationism and Evolution go hand in hand, because where does it ever say in the Bible how long those seven days were, or that they were even consecutive?  I believe that Jesus was a real man who lived, worked, and then died on the cross.  But I don’t know if I believe that a person has to believe in him, in that he died for our sins and all that that John 3:16 says, to be able to get into Heaven.  I do believe that there are things the church says are wrong and that have been wrong since before the churches were created, and I don’t feel it’s fair that people expect the church to change those things now.  Such as gay marriages.  Yes, I do think, since there will be gay couples, that should they choose to be together and want to have those rights as a couple and all that, that they should be granted a civil union by a judge.  But marriage is reserved for the church and the church says homosexuality is wrong.  And I think it’s selfish of gay couples or gay rights activists to try and change something that has been held for over two thousand years when they can be granted the same rights by getting a civil union.  Straight couples who don’t believe in the church get civil unions, so what’s the problem, you know?

Why it’s only a sometimes for being more spiritual, though, is this:  No one knows what’s going to happen in the afterlife, (despite some ‘reliious’ morons who insist their religion will grant them that key, but all others will go to Hell or whatever,) and I can’t help wondering . . . what happens if I’m wrong?  What happens if we’re all wrong?  I mean, it was said more in jest than anything else, but Homer once had a good point.  “What if we picked the wrong religion and each week, we’re just making God ma

dder and madder?”  I don’t think that God would be mad at someone who honestly followed a peaceful religion and lived to the best of his beliefs, but that’s just the thing.  I don’t know.

I mean, I’m quite sure that the “Christian-face” people will be dealt with somehow in the afterlife, but what about the people like me?  The ones who do have some form of belief, but generally don’t go along with the masses?

And I know.  I can’t actually get any answers.