Have you ever had the very best of intentions only to have them completely misinterpreted? Have you ever been trying to be kind and loving and thoughtful, and have it completely backfire in your face? It happens.
When people are tired and tempers are frayed… things get said. Hurtful things. Things, that if a greater understanding where involved, wouldn’t get said. But hindsight is always 20/20.
I often wonder why words have such power to inflict incredible pain. I mean, they are just words.
And even when you know that they were not meant to be hurtful, they still hurt. Sometimes even more so. I wish I knew why that was.
Maybe the innocent wound deeper than the guilty… I don’t know.
I do know that when I have been misunderstood, and someone thinks badly of me, it hurts. Not because they think badly of me per say, but because it wasn’t warranted… wasn’t deserved. It’s like when you are accused of something you didn’t do. There is just something in me that really struggles with the injustice of that kind of thing. I think most of us don’t mind being called on something when we are actually guilty of it… but it’s a hard pill to swallow when someone (especially someone we love), sees us as selfish, unloving or mean… when in fact we were actually being the total opposite.
Why do human beings have such propensity for misunderstanding? After millennia of evolution are we really still this poor at communicating our true intentions?
Or is it fear… emotional baggage… personal hangups… or pride, that stands in the way of true understanding?
Whatever the causes, we are going to have to learn to rise above this level of misunderstanding, if we ever hope to be the kind of people I know we are capable of being… if we are ever going to move on to a deeper understanding of each other, and develop the kind of relationships that I believe we came here to have.