chibamSenior Contributor
I Just Don't Get It
This is gonna be a "straw that broke the camel's back" post. Some random, inconsequential shit happened today and just because everything's been piling up, that one little meaningless thing has sort of brought the weight of the whole world down on me. Know what I mean?
My whole life has always been a case of me being in the wrong and not knowing why, or what I'm supposed to be doing instead. So, for reasons I can never grasp, nobody in real life likes me, and I'm treated - albeit with frosty politeness - like an undesirable loser.
Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I've just been born into the wrong community. I'm wrong for the people around me and they are wrong for me. But if I were to be reassigned to a differant family, a differant neighborhood, a differant community... I think I could be a valuable and treasured member of the group.
Anyway, shit that happened today just got me thinking about my life and choices; particularly the choices I've made that have had an impact on other people. I've always tried to make life better/brighter for others via my impact on their lives, but because I just don't get what people want, I think a lot of the time I end up doing more harm then good. And even with years of 20/20 hindsight and deconstruction I can never figure out what the problem is.
I've always tried my best, made the best choices I could, and been very, very patient. It's never been enough. And there isn't even a learning experiance to take from it.
On paper, I have "a family". But I don't get birthday cards. Not really. Such a bare mantlepiece when that day rolls around. It's not that the people who know me don't want to know me - it's that I would've hoped by now that I would've ended up with my real family. My real kin. I always wanted a big family. I dreamed of having big, frequent family BBQs with a big clan of in-laws, and laughing with them; getting along like a house on fire. I imagined being close-knit with my neighbors, hanging out with them often. I imagined going out for bowling league games with the missus and my other beloved coworkers. I imagined waking up in a holding cell with my BFFs from time to time and groaning: "Jesus! How the fuck did we get here?"
I imagined friendship and love. I imagined being part of something - feeling that I was part of something; instead of being a lone soldier trapped behind enemy lines all alone.
It's all I've ever wanted. All I've ever pursued: real family. I did everything right; I tried my best to make others happy; I was polite, tollerant, pleasant. I never dwelt on career or material obsessions. I was never a "boink-'em-and-leave-'em" cassanova...
But me and the world I was born into... we've just never understood one another.
I just don't get any of it. I don't get why things have turned out the way they have. I don't get what I'm supposed to do to make things right. And I don't get what I have to do to be relocated into my true home.
I just don't get it.