someone to listen

I just want someone to listen.
And somehow, that is ironic. Because when you walk down the street, there are people everywhere talking AND listening. It seems like everybody has someone who listens.

But… Do they really?

I remember telling my friend something, and she was watching me and nodded, obviously very interested in the topic. I remember that this topic was very important to me, so she gave me the feeling it would be important to her too.
But I just knew.
I knew after we talked, she would forget it in a heart beat. Because that’s just how people are, they pretend to care, but everyone has to deal with so much, that they can’t bother to think about problems of other people. I don’t blame her for that, I don’t blame anyone for that. After all, we’re just trying to get through this life in the easiest way possible, eh?

But because of that, I guess I just… stopped.
Stopped talking, I mean. Of course not completely, but I stopped talking about my problems. About what was bothering me. Because I knew, even if I talked about it, nobody would truly listen.

So I started listening. To other peoples problems, to what was bothering them, and suddenly I realised that all we all want is someone, anyone, to listen.
To really listen. To talk about their feelings, their deepest thoughts, and you will be surprised about all these great and still somehow frightening thoughts from the people around you.

And after listening to so many people, I just wished someone would listen to me. And I do have friends, I know I could talk to them, but I know if we talked, we wouldn’t be talking after that for maybe 3 to 4 days, and then just continued as if nothing ever happened.

But something did happen. I opened myself, I showed myself to them, vulnerable and broken, and just pretending that I’m not is so so wrong.
It’s hard to do the right thing.
It’s always hard, no matter what you do.

But if you want to make a difference, if you want to do the right thing;

You’ll have to start eventually. How so?

Well, you could start with listening.
Just. Listen.

You will be surprised how things will change.

xoxo Dreamer

Hi, I guess

Oh god… this is almost as awkward as introducing yourself to your new class, you remember? You have to talk about who you are, what you like, how old you are… I don’t really think that you all are interested in that.

Are you? 

So if you are, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I won’t share that. But I like to talk about all those things that are going on in my head, all those things that I want to talk about, and if you are on my blog, maybe you agree with my view of the world. Or, maybe you don’t.
I just want to get my voice out there. Who doesn’t, right?
So, I hope we will see each other again in the future.

xoxo Dreamer