I won't lie. I think I probably spent more time trying to understand the things they were saying to me than I did actually listening to the things they were saying to me.
It's not as if I didn't have the mental capacity to nor was I deliberately not paying attention.
Though the first explanation might actually have some merit to it… the second one's just plain stupid, don't even consider it.
My opinion? I think I'm just not cut out for this whole abracadabra alakazam thing, which is funny, really… magic and fantasy and all that good stuff, I was essentially living in an eleven-year-old's daydream, so why the hell does it feel more like a never-ending nightmare?
Regardless, it doesn't mean I was gonna stop trying though. As a wise man that never existed at all once said - 'fighting the battle is just as important as understanding it'.
Not sure exactly how that correlates with the issue at hand, but let's just say for the sake of profoundness that it does.
