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some things make perfect sense to some people, but to others, they just don't get it. it doesn't matter how many explanations are given or how many analogies are summoned. it just doesn't make sense.

and "it" can be anything-- whether it be a feeling, a look, a concept, or even a liking for a certain something. the "it" can be big or small.

either way, "it" doesn't matter to them like "it" matters to you. 

so what do you do? do you pin them down and force them to figure out the root of your nature, or do you leave them alone and become tolerant? fuck, i hate that word. tolerant. being okay with something that you're not really okay with it. or being accepting. jesus, i hate that word even more. "i accept you".. as in i approve of you. disgusting how badly the human race wants to be accepted. or i will be patient. inactively waiting for something you want to happen, to happen. damn it, if you want something to happen, make it happen. good things do not come to those who wait, good things come to those who work for good things. sad realization: being patient is the #1 reason i use to justify my laziness.

so what do you do about those who don't get you but should? or should want to get you, but don't act accordingly? do you become tolerant, accept them for who/how they are, and patiently wait for things to work out in your favor?

this, along with the many other unanswerable questions i have come across in this lifetime, all usually stem around the same basic belief: people are so alike in mind, soul, and body, that they should all understand the core fundamental values of love, forgiveness, and progress. but this is not the case with all people and this frustrates me. maybe love, forgiveness, and progress are just fictitious principles meant to teach good morale.

or maybe i'm just the weird one.
maybe i'm the one that doesn't get what everyone else gets.

life makes so much more sense now.