"Happiness is being understood."
I just realized, sorta out of the blue, the truth of this. A lot of the time, I feel like I've been dropped on the Earth from another planet or something; most other people baffle me -- or are baffled by me. I think what I like most about the people I like most, is that I feel like we're on the same wavelength, or at least one that's very similar.
My recurrent feelings of loneliness are related to this, I think. There are precious few people I feel like I have true communication with, and when I encounter somebody like that, I crave their attention and company -- but circumstances, the necessities of life, or even just the desire not to make them sick of me often leaves that craving frustrated.
Heh. All that angst, and it boils down to a ten-year-old whining, "Nobody understands me!" Le sigh. And here I was hoping it was something at least a little more sophisticated! Take THAT, vanity!