Felt the urge to write you another one, so you're in for a treat today!
There's one thing I've learned recently, and it's the fact that we don't make sense to everyone. Oh, and more importantly, we don't have to make sense to every single person on this face of the earth. We are all different, with a conglomeration of distinct thoughts that may not match the person next to us.
The saddest thing, of course, is when our loved ones -- the ones who are meant to understand us the most -- think that we don't make sense at all. Most of the time, this happens not because we act out of character, because how can we when we act based on who we are (even the bad, negative, ugly sides that appear occasionally within ourselves is our character). It happens because our character falls out of their expectations of us. And definitely, it's what some have made me feel lately, directly or indirectly.
I try to distance myself from this, because I know that most of the time, I'm not obliged to make sense to these people. As long as I think I make sense, and I'm doing right by what I believe is right, then surely, I'm not doing it completely wrong right?