Intentions and true love

I quite often have a hard time understanding people’s intentions. I can sense their emotions. I can sense their next move sometimes, but I can’t always understand the why of it. Judy says it’s because people like her and I always look for the best in everyone.

But I also think that I don’t much care about the why. I find, very often, that people themselves don’t understand why they act/react the way they do. They usually don’t have a clear picture of the entire situation either, even when it comes to themselves. Although it is also true that I truly don’t like to judge people. I prefer to simply stay neutral or focus on the positive.

Realistically though, I’ll probably never get good at understanding this interesting aspect of human psychology. For even when people tell me what they think another’s intentions are it always feels suspect or tainted by their own experiences or POV. Not to say it’s always wrong but it isn’t always right either. So I’ll have to keep mutteling through this life with no idea why people do the things they do.

But, fortunately, what this does afford me is the luxury of not taking things personal; even when sometimes they are. Because I don’t have to. I just have to deal with whatever is presented in the best way possible and not taking it personal lets me handle it however I deem appropriate as opposed to taking into account how they want and expect me to react. I don’t need to even consider that most times; because it doesn’t feel relevant and I’m not just going to go assuming things. So there is that and that seems good to me.

Although to be fair this also works conversely. I don’t always know when someone is going out of their way to be nice to me or do something special for me. I try but again without understanding people’s intentions all I can do is react how it seems fit at the moment and not necessarily in the way people expect of me. Oh well.

This is me being me and I like that about myself. πŸ€ͺπŸ€£πŸ’‹

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The ripe age of 46 seems a silly time to be thinking of falling in love. But I am who I am and I think how I think and I don’t see why not. It’s like giving myself permission to dream a wonderful dream. Or like playing the lottery. A lot of people, I’m sure correctly, see it as frivolous; a waste of time, energy and money. Yet it lets one contemplate a life one doesn’t have. It let’s one dream of a new beginning. One that comes and sweeps you away effortlessly, spontaneously and all encompassing. And how could that be bad?

I never want to lose hope. I never want to stop dreaming. I don’t think my dreams stop me from participating fully in my life. They don’t stop me from doing what I need to do and moving forward in reality. I do know the difference. Lol. But dreaming makes it all more bearable and lets me see a different story, a different path, a happy tomorrow. Who doesn’t want that? Plus….. sometimes dreams come true. πŸ’‹πŸ₯°πŸ™πŸ½

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

2 thoughts on “Intentions and true love”

    1. I decided today that I’ve worked way too hard and endured way too much and I want ease and that’s it. And if that means I give up on some things then that’s what that means. I’m ok with it. I’m not putting up a fight anymore. Ease or bust. Lol

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