It’s so hard to wit­ness some­one being made fun of, sim­ply because they’re mis­un­der­stood. I get flus­tered and bite my lip, because try­ing to defend them never does a thing. I also get either angry or sad, depend­ing on whether or not I know the per­son who’s doing the mock­ing. In my expe­ri­ence, some­one who’s so quick to come to a con­clu­sion will refuse to see things another way. They have enough pre­con­ceived notions to keep them­selves igno­rant and secure.

Perhaps I’m like this because I can relate to what it’s like to be mis­un­der­stood. As an exper­i­ment in one of my English classes, I wrote an extremely graphic story about a necrophil­iac doc­tor who ends up get­ting raped up the ass, and pre­sented it. I wanted to show that the inten­tions of an artist are irrel­e­vant if he or she is mis­un­der­stood, because oth­ers will con­tinue to care­lessly judge them. The more oddly my class­mates stared at me while I was pre­sent­ing, with­out try­ing to grasp what I was try­ing to do, the more I felt like my point was proved.

The thing is, some­one is usu­ally mis­un­der­stood because they don’t explain them­selves well. A per­son can be extremely provoca­tive, con­tro­ver­sial, or com­plex, but as long as oth­ers see what they’re try­ing to get across then every­thing is fine. Of course, it’s much eas­ier said than done, and some­one is most often mis­un­der­stood because their ideas are harder to grasp. In addi­tion to this, I find that the eccen­tric­ity related to a per­son with such ideas clouds their per­cep­tions as to what they believe oth­ers are capa­ble of comprehending.

Sometimes, I wish the world could see what I see.