The intimacy of being understood
Intimacy as is unusually defined is mostly physical, but the most intimate of them all is that of being understood.
Understanding and Holding space for a person, without interjecting him/her with your ideas or thoughts is the ultimate service or act. Sadly most of my interactions with others are mostly interjected with either of these —
I am currently processing something in my damn mind, so you continue chattering,
I don't agree with you, You might can see the twitch in my lips slightly and you would be getting dejected, But I can't help it at all.
I have a more important thing to tell you, the tongue is constantly trying to roll and speak, but I would wait for you to finish, and so I cannot mostly get what you are speaking.
I vehemently disagree with you, which I am showing you by my tsh — tsh sounds and rolled eyes.
I am tuned out, so you continue and I ain't bothered, you just need someone to hear you out, so I am going to do that huge favor.
I am bored, but I have the skill of a Hollywood actor to hide it.
I am looking at you, but actually, I am looking through you. So the list can go on.
Thinking about it's a total disservice to that moment, mostly to the person whom we are with and to ourselves too. The over-processing is happening within ourselves. Arent we trying to do multiple things at the same time, instead of just listening and understanding?
Hoping to be more intimate with selected few, others I am gonna roll my eyes off to see my bootie.
