I'd want to be able to understand everybody else. I think there's more opportunity to do good that way.
The worst wedding song is any song by the Carpenters. [shudders in revulsion]
Hi GrapeApe!
OMG....doesn't he give you the creepers?...LOL...
Between his crappy voice and that song i don't know why they didn't kick him out of the wedding......but you can call him Ashley........;-D
For the first question.....i dont really care understanding everybody's choices and point of views for the rest of my life .......understanding only the few ones i care is more important....
And usually, i don't have particular problems in figuring people out.
About others understanding me just once.......i don't really care about everybody getting me, as long as the ones i care for get me.
I know that the two questions are completely unrelated, but they were the two questions I had last night before I went to bed.
hotaka: I feel that one can never truly understand another person. Even if you live with them, share all your secrets, know everything about their past, you can never "truly" know someone. We can only know ourselves, you know? Motivations behind actions can be pretty transparent, and people can be easily read at times, but ultimately, I feel like you never truly "know" someone.
It's kind of a lonely feeling, you know? You're born alone, and you die alone. Even if you decide to take a whole bunch of people with you, when the moment comes, you go by yourself.
On the other hand, we're never truly alone, are we? We're all interconnected through various life experiences and bonds. Even the moment of birth, there's someone there to catch you.
My submission for the worst wedding song will be at the bottom. It comes with a little story. I'll tell you about it in a minute.
Hege: The first question arose from my wish to better articulate my internal logic. Not that I have something so profound to share with the world or anything, but true understanding is so hard to come by, you know?
Mimsy: The Carpenters? So no birds appearing suddenly at your wedding, huh? That's good for me too, seeing as how I'm terrified of birds. :D
And I agree with you. I think we can definitely do more good with true understanding.
Bama: A moment is fleeting, but couldn't we also argue that what makes us, our lives, is but a series of these fleeting moments? I like the way you turned the question around. Kinda like meeting someone half way. Help them understand by understanding. That's good stuff. :)
Unique: Understanding others seem to be a consensus around here. I was listening to a radio program that was about the worst wedding song ever and that song was listed as one of the top ten. :)
ladyfearing: No wedding plans as of yet. I like your choice. The radio program I was listening to also mentioned the song, "Tears of a clown". At a wedding?!! :D
I think the world wold most certainly be a prettier place if everyone saw things your way. :)
Amore: [shakes head] I can always rely on you to bring just the right kind of music. Another reason why I'm so crazy about you. :)
Yes... The ones we're close to are the ones we want to understand and be understood by. But like I said to hotaka above, how much do we understand each other ultimately? There's a saying that goes something like "you can know the depth of a river, but never know the depth of a person". I don't know where I heard that, but I did some time ago, which got me thinking about these questions.
Lucy: There is a bit of excitement in discovering something new, isn't there? Though I must confess, people rarely surprise me anymore. I expect people to behave the way they do and they most always do. The thing is, we're all selfish, scared, greedy and any other unflattering adjectives we use to descrive ourselves. People usually end up behaving the way they do and I accept that as it is, disappointed as I might be. It's when we operate outside of these parameters is when I'm surprised, albeit pleasantly.
Because on the flipside, we can also be kind, loving, courageous and all that. Though these qualities are rarely seen and seldom acknowledged.
perhaps I'm a little jaded.
[shrugs]
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Oh and I almost forgot. The story that comes with my submission for the worst wedding song ever. This guy was a pianist for a wedding and during the rehearsal dinner, he was sitting in front of the piano and there were some sheet music on the stand, so he started to play it without thinking about it. Then the bride walked over to the pianist and started to scream at him.
This was the song he played on the piano.
trav: Sorry. Didn't mean to leave you out there. I just didn't want to go back and edit the comment because I was afraid it would be truncated. The comment was starting to go epic.
Yes. That was pretty horrible. Leave it to my GInger to pick out the gems, amirite? :D
i'm pretty sure i misunderstood the assignment. and i'm pretty sure this isn't the whole song, but still, it is my answer...i love the song but it would make a very sucky wedding song!
the other question? i don't think i ever want anyone to understand my perspective ... because it's original and only mine :)
i want the world to see my perspective...
worst wedding song??? well ginger just posted it... LOL.. it's very funny!!!
Fraggles: Interesting choice. Definitely not appropriate, I would say. :)
But... Would you go through your whole life being misunderstood?
doortoinsanity: I would imagine understanding everyone would be quite the handful as well, especially if you were stuck between two people who disagree with each other passionately. Sometimes I feel that true understanding is such a rare thing, you know?
Glad you could drop in to leave me a comment. If you feel like posting a video highlighting your disdain for the institution of marriage, please feel free to do so. I'd love to see it. :)
hotaka: I've never had trouble being by myself. I spend quite a bit of my time in solitude, actually. I'm alone most of the time. But you know, the strange thing is, I'm never lonely. I'm never lonely because I know that there are people that are out there who care for me deeply, that love me, and knowing that they're out there makes me feel a little less alone in the universe.
Not to mention the fact that I'm seldom bored, as I'm entertained quite easily. Also, I do have a nightly ritual of speaking with a very special someone. That goes a long way too, I think. :)
CeeDub: You know, your desire to understand others seem very consistent with what I know about you. :)
Never heard of this song that you speak of. Only Anne Murray I've ever heard was her Christmas songs, I think.
notsoinnocent: Wind beneath my wings. That's a good one. Gave me the shivers just thinking about it. [brrr!!!!]
Another one for the world seeing your perspective... I think there's some merit to that too.
Lioness: Heya! It's been a while, I think. :)
It's interesting that you said that you'd love the attention. When I was thinking about this question, I was originally thinking about ego projection vs. desire for empathy. I don't really think that it's about projecting one's ego, though it can most certainly be construed in that manner. I was thinking something along the lines of groupthink too, but it's not really about that either.
I guess I was really thinking more along the lines of how difficult it is to achieve total understanding. More of an impossiblity, I'd wager.
Lucy: I only think I'm better than the ones that I'm better than. :P
If anything, I would go further to say that I'm acutely aware of my position in the universe. So your assumption that I have a superiority complex is erroneous.
Believe me when I tell you that I take no joy in being right about people. I take no pleasure in being a cynic. It's depressing, actually. People are becoming more and more predictable because life has become more homogenized than ever before. This coupled with a loss of a sense of history, individual exceptionalism and open hostility towards academia and compartmentalization of knowledge are some of the reasons why I feel the way I do.
Jaded.
qp: I think the only way we can convey our thoughts is through our words, right? Seeing as how language is a limited tool and rather clunky, one can never quite express the way we truly feel. I'm beginning to think that it's impossible, no matter how many words we use.
Think about it in this way. According to Plato, the world of ideas is perfect. It's when we bring the idea into the actual world, the idea becomes corrupt, and by definition, imperfect.
But we can't live in a world of ideas, can we?
doortoinsanity: I wonder if true understanding was something that was ever attainable, regardless of what age we live in.
But now you've got me curious... What is it about the institution of marriage that you take issue with?
Oh and Anne Murray's definitely a no go.
Lucy: Hmm... There you were saying that you have little expectation and here I am, falling right into it... I hope it's not disappointing? Thanks for the well wishes.
doortoinsanity: I'm with Plato on this, too. The world of ideas by definition is perfect. The world of substance unfortunately is not.
I can definitely see what you mean by the institution involving something more than just the two people involved. The truth of the matter is, many people do get married for tax reasons, or just to have the ceremony. Union between two people doesn't need government or religious recognition.
So while I agree with you that the institution of marriage is not sacred (I'd go even further to say that it never was), the bond that is shared between two people (if it is real) is indeed, sacred and unbreakable. But only if it's real.
That's a heck of a caveat and an addendum, innit?
Is it strange that I don't find you insane at all? Wait... Does that mean I'm insane? I happen to think that it's the whole entire world that's crazy, and not me. :D
It is.
Here is where we shed our labels, outward appearances, and bare our souls for all to see and judge. In a sense, it's far more real than the plastic world outside where we put on our work clothes, put on our work face, and do our little song and dance. There's something freeing about being anonymous, you know?
