Question of the Day – No. 280

When was the last time you felt completely understood?

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      1. There are 4 “a’s” because I’ve noticed you have a sense of humor and the “a’s” showed mine. I’m sorry if I made you feel anything else then what I intended.

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  1. It all depends on when one encounters someone who is willing to listen… 🙂 I am not overly concerned about someone understanding me, they will or they will not.. I am more concerned about me understanding myself… 🙂

    “Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your spirit was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.” Ellen DeGeneres

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  2. A few years ago I opened up to someone and shared my truth with them. I shared my hopes and dreams too and for the first time ever I didn’t just feel understood I felt total peace. I didn’t feel empty or lacking anymore. I felt total peace. It was such a blissful experience I couldn’t even possibly describe it.

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      1. They listened to me. I talked and they listened and they would tell me they felt the same way or they thought I was funny. It didn’t take much. No one has ever took an interest in me before and for a little while he did. I thought I had found home but then he took that away and offered it to someone else.

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  3. When my cat started yelling at me and jumped in my lap. I was having an anxiety attack while i was arguing with my mother about how you can’t just ‘get over’ depression and social anxiety. My cat understood me and my mom saw that if he, an eleven year old kitten, saw something wrong that i really really wasn’t faking it or whatever

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      1. I am an old dog. I feel as if, all we can do is not impede others experience. (sometimes to our own detriment.) Understanding others means being able to be ok with actions/views you do not agree with; or, to reserve your “understanding” for those “deemed worthy” of being understood. To many times have I claimed to understand others, while condemning them for being less enlightened in their world view. Understanding self is a life long experience. I think I would rather have people who are patient with me, over people who claim to understand me.
        I know I am unorganized in my response, I tend to over think. Be awesome out there 🙂

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      1. I just need to work hard at my communication skills and start conversing more with people who have the capacity/desire to understand and I could be more patient as well

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  4. About 2 years ago. I fall in love with this person. It felt like we were connected through souls. I could talk anything under the sun with this person. However, we are both of different religions and such circumstances didn’t allow us to unite. Both our sides are conservative. I’ve always thought that we would make the best couple, but unfortunately, because of the feelings and what not, we ended up with squabbles after squabbles.

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  5. When I finally came to terms with my true self.

    Have you ever had a conversation with yourself? Not a normal conversation like you would with anyone else. But a conversation where everything that you could possibly want finally comes to the surface. Everything that you didn’t understood made sense and all your questions finally received answers?

    These thoughts and emotions come from within. For the longest time I never felt like anyone understood me. I didn’t feel like I fit in anywhere. I’ve come to my conclusion that I’m not suppose to fit in anywhere.

    I move around to different places and help those who need help and leave.

    The only person who understands me is myself and I absolutely love it.

    We don’t need the world to understand us because the world can’t live for us.

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  6. Yesterday. My husband and I had a friend and her Mum come over for a visit – it was pretty emotional. (Side note: this was the friend who I helped get into a mental health program.) It was a good visit, but tiring. When it was over, and I asked my husband what he wanted to do, he said “I want to know you’re on the couch, watching whatever makes you happy, and recharging.” He’s one hell of a guy.

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  7. When my parents and sisters just listened when I finally broke down and told them about my depression and suicidal thoughts…no judgment, no advice, they just listened and gave me their full support and unconditional love

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  8. I have no more than one or two friends who, when we actually get the time to meet, unite with me in a kind of intellectual and discursive flow where our minds essentially meld into one. It is an amazing phenomenon. It is at these cherished moments I feel understood.

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