misunderstandings
Jumping off of themes from my most recent post, what if everything you do is beautiful?, there’s something so fascinating about misunderstandings. Even something as simple as the classic dancing with a stranger when you’re unsure whose gonna go which way. Maybe it’s the awkwardness of it all. Perhaps it’s the confusion. Or maybe it’s the way they foster an opportunity to gain understanding, to discover something new. That something new maybe be information, an experience, or a feeling.
The other day I was talking to my new friend. I was explaining to him how I was lost on may way to Milltown, NJ because I started going to Millstone instead. Eventually he was like “Middletown?” (the town we’re from). And I was like no “Milltown”. We kept going back and forth on this for a while, giggling a bit in puzzlement. Eventually I asked if this whole time he thought I was talking about being lost in Middletown. He claimed that he doesn’t like to judge. And I thought, wow he thinks I’m a total idiot. Then I just could not stop laughing, it got to be a little hysterical actually (just me, not him).
I was thinking about how I hadn’t had a laugh like that in a while. I missed laughing like that. I wished I could experience it more. What makes me laugh the most is situations such as these, where there’s mass confusion. I don’t know why I just find it incredibly amusing.
Anyhow, I think life would be boring if everything made sense. If misunderstandings put me in hysterics (the good kind), sign me up for more!
**I suppose there are a lot of shades of misunderstandings. The one above is only an example. They may not always be pleasant, let alone pleasurable. Us humans are only so equipped for interacting with others. We must misunderstand one another to learn and grow. It’s natural and necessary. And beautiful too.
