i hope i never lose my fascination
with other people
my deep-hearted desire
to understand others,
to hear about their lives and endeavors,
even when i don’t understand them —
listening to info-dumps
and rants about favorite hobbies
or points of interest
or simply stories of personal past histories
i adore being invited into strangers’ lives
[even when the stranger is one
i’ve shared a life with — their pasts are still
unknown to me and my life,
and being invited in, no matter how distant
feels so intimate]
i write this from the perspective
of trying to tell my own father
about my life
and what’s important to me
and seeing/hearing/feeling him
get antsy from
not caring
if he can’t
understand
or relate
and it breaks
my heart
i never want to make anyone else feel like this way
i hope everyone feels invited
to share their passions
with me
even
/
especially
if i don’t “get it”
[i adore learning new things,
and connection
above all]