thick skulls

...I feel as though there's more to say. There always seems to be.  I can tell from the look on your face that you don't quite get it. At least not the way that I do. And how could you really? You've not been where I have.  Some places we've been to are similar, but not the same exactly and you've definitely not been there as many times as I have, nor have you spent as much time there as I have.  That's not to invalidate your experiences, or to say that I'm brighter than you, or to say that I'm better off having witnessed the things that I have vs the things that you have. That's only to say that I'm sorry, but you don't get it.  Based on what you've said to me I don't think you ever will really. All I ask is that you try and understand that what we do, and how we think, is different.  I don't want you to think like me. That would be boring and irritating and a little creepy.  I just want for you to look me in the eye and say, "You're right. I don't understand..." and I'll look up at you with a truly broken heart and say, "Really?" And if you say yes and actually mean it, then I'll know that there is a heart beating inside of you and that your brain hasn't been shut off entirely by the societal machine, and we'll carry on down our separate paths just living life and taking things as they come to us, but we'll know when we bump into one another at the grocery that there is a mutual respect for each other and while  we really don't care for the way each of us decides to do things, we've stopped trying to crack the code of 'why would someone do that? especially that way?!'  Once you let go of all concern for me, and for other people, and truly focus on yourself; then, and only then, can you be free to love and understand.  Until then...