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not a real good people reader
Posted by Dan. Ee.
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6:19 PM
You know, I always thought of myself, being an amateur writer and all, I could read people's emotions.
I thought I could tell from the tone of most conversations, or even the body language of who I am speaking to, whether he/she is pleased or just irritated or bored.
Perceiving emotion is a gift that, I'd daresay, is only available to the ones who participate in the science of creation - artists, writers, musicians, singers.. the list just do go on. These people, their brains are wired in such a way by the language they write, the music they compose, or the pictures they paint, that they could grasp the source of creativity - the human emotion.
I might be blustering a whole lot of hot air here but bear with me, would you? Although I am an amateur, I could at some degree, look at people's conversations be it in phone or paper and tell how they are feeling at that moment.
And more often than not, I am quite right. I have steered away a great many sad and boring conversations that way. And saved a lot of faces.
But reading people, by singling out their characteristics at a first glance - is something I cannot do.
And I thought I did. And I slept with the wrong sort, while antagonizing the ones that I call friends.
Let's just say, that I made enemies of a friend (or friends?) that were just speaking out their views. I detracted their opinions and countered a not so sharp riposte - and that provoked some sort a feral reaction of sorts.
And while the ones I should be staying away from, I responded in a sweetness that would even make Willy Wonka swoon. I apologized, I said nice things; I typically was in the same bed as my enemy.
Sure enough, I was being manipulated by the being I call my enemy then. And got insulted in a way that I never would've thought possible.
When that derogatory statement hit my ears, I realized what a fool I was. I ignored subsequent calls and messages from the offender, as I slowly reconsidered my past actions.
But yeah, I learned from that incident. I am no mind reader, nor I am a good people reader. But at least now I know which shoes I should trod on, or at least walk together with.
Sheesh.. what a confusing episode this all had been..
*2 blog posts in one day... damn I am good.*
**2 posts huh? What about that little story project?**
*Darn!*
I thought I could tell from the tone of most conversations, or even the body language of who I am speaking to, whether he/she is pleased or just irritated or bored.
Perceiving emotion is a gift that, I'd daresay, is only available to the ones who participate in the science of creation - artists, writers, musicians, singers.. the list just do go on. These people, their brains are wired in such a way by the language they write, the music they compose, or the pictures they paint, that they could grasp the source of creativity - the human emotion.
I might be blustering a whole lot of hot air here but bear with me, would you? Although I am an amateur, I could at some degree, look at people's conversations be it in phone or paper and tell how they are feeling at that moment.
And more often than not, I am quite right. I have steered away a great many sad and boring conversations that way. And saved a lot of faces.
But reading people, by singling out their characteristics at a first glance - is something I cannot do.
And I thought I did. And I slept with the wrong sort, while antagonizing the ones that I call friends.
Let's just say, that I made enemies of a friend (or friends?) that were just speaking out their views. I detracted their opinions and countered a not so sharp riposte - and that provoked some sort a feral reaction of sorts.
And while the ones I should be staying away from, I responded in a sweetness that would even make Willy Wonka swoon. I apologized, I said nice things; I typically was in the same bed as my enemy.
Sure enough, I was being manipulated by the being I call my enemy then. And got insulted in a way that I never would've thought possible.
When that derogatory statement hit my ears, I realized what a fool I was. I ignored subsequent calls and messages from the offender, as I slowly reconsidered my past actions.
But yeah, I learned from that incident. I am no mind reader, nor I am a good people reader. But at least now I know which shoes I should trod on, or at least walk together with.
Sheesh.. what a confusing episode this all had been..
*2 blog posts in one day... damn I am good.*
**2 posts huh? What about that little story project?**
*Darn!*
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