I’ve spent 31 years screwing up relationships and wasting other people’s time because I didn’t know how to communicate with whomever I was with. Now of those 31 years, the last 2 I spent by myself learning how to handle people and challenging situations, and my own self and problems. I’ve come a long way... A LONG FUCKING WAY. I’m able to navigate the waters of other people’s poor communication, and explain things in a different manner so they’re able to understand. Years. Years of failing and learning how to do it better. Years of grief and suffering so one day I’d be able to find my “person” and they’d see that I’m not just another mindless idiot. That I care about each relationship I have, intimate or not, enough to COMMUNICATE. Not just walk away when things get hard. Why... after so much turmoil, does the universe have to give me someone that has no idea how to communicate? I don’t understand.
