There was once a time when I had this mysterious feeling that I didn’t recognize. I didn’t even know what to call it, though I thought it might have been boredom. I can’t be sure, though. The thing is, I can never really be sure whether a feeling is what I think it is because I have no way to show it to someone else and ask.
That’s the problem with feelings. It’s really hard to show them to someone. It’s equally as hard to describe them using words. Words are, in fact, such a horrendously inadequate means to convey emotions to another person that we can never be really sure whether they truly understand how we feel, even after we express our feelings to them.
I don’t know if it is possible for someone to hear or feel another person’s feelings without the other person saying a word. At least, I don’t think I’ve met anyone who could do this.
If I met someone like that, I’d have loved to ask them to explain to me what it was I was feeling because I had no clue. Maybe I wouldn’t even need to ask them because they would already know how I felt and automatically tell me what I wanted to hear.
I never did find out what that feeling was called. I guess I’ll never know. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Maybe it isn’t. When I don’t know whether something is good or bad, I don’t know whether to be happy about it or not. This uncertainty leaves me unsure of what to feel, which brings me back to the feeling I started with. I think it’s boredom, but I could be wrong. Now, I’m not sure where that leaves me—either bored or confused, but I can’t be certain.
Feelings can be quite confusing sometimes.
