A great part of intellect is possessing the ability to remove yourself from the problem at hand, put aside initial thoughts, and approach from an entirely different perspective. To put yourself in someone else’s shoes, and see things how they would see them, or to see things how -you- would before the first impression was made.

It’s a nice talent to have, it helps when dealing with how to go about a particular task, or, especially, in those fractions of seconds in conversation where you need to go through this process to perceive how you are going to come across. Through this you can accomplish a lot, see people from all sides at once, adding another dimension to an extent.

Then there are always conundrums, the person that doesn’t see themselves in this way, doesn’t recognize the weight of their own words or simple gestures. The one that whole-heartedly believes that what they said was not in spite, or that that glance was not suggestive of underlying feelings. Those that continue to lie about lying when you have very obviously caught them, simply because they know that there is no physical evidence to support your accusations (Disregarding the fact that this alone does not make you incorrect, even if it is harder to understand). Then there are those that lack this ability with one who has it. Being judged based upon what they previously believed or what they have been told. Some parasitic invasion of their ability to view you or be removed from their current state of being.

This is perhaps the worst for me, being told that I must feel a certain way when I do not. When a simple reflection using deduction would make you see that I am not vindictive, I was never using you, I am what I said.

Then there are those that are aware that I look through them, and remove themselves from me, afraid of what I’ll find.

I mean no harm with this, however, and I do not have bad intentions, ever. In fact, I am jealous. I would make it stop if I could.

Dear God I wish I could.

If you think it’s invasive to be felt through with no effort, imagine what it is like to feel as if you are everyone around you at once, with no bearing as to which one is which. Which one is you. I yearn for more focus.

But I suppose that’s a conundrum in and of itself.