Most of what happens, happens in our heads.
Obviously the events that we are surrounded by are things that happen to us and are external from us, but the experience of such events is seen, felt, and understood by the individual alone.
Memories are fun to recount with others that one has shared with because they are always remembered slightly differently.
“Remember when…?”
“Oh yeah! Didn’t you…?”
“I completely forgot about that!”
And so forth.
Sometimes the disparity of the experience is great, especially if the worldview of the individuals involved is different. A child and a parent can have incredibly different memories of the same event. The purity of one's experience can also be tainted by the recollection of another, who has a different perception of the same event. It's unfortunate that past events, which should be fixed by the very nature of it being in the past and done, can be recalled in so many different manners. What one experiences at the moment and then recalls later can also differ. It's funny, how our minds change what seems to be an unchangeable past. The perception of a person can poison past events (Oh, my alliteration kills me...).
And then intentions change everything.
Perceived intentions all the more. My intent might have been good or harmless, but if my action is seen to have malicious intent, the receiver or observer of my action will see the action as harmful.
And so misunderstandings occur.
Language sometimes alleviates such misunderstandings but even when people are speaking the same language, the meaning that is understood by the individual can be different.
Body language, cultural language, industry-specific language, and so on. Everything has a language, yet sometimes, I find it short of miraculous that we are able to understand one another.
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