Is There Anybody Out There ?

I don't believe that I live in a world where absolutely nobody can possibly understand what I go through from day to day with the physical and mental distractions that are caused by my accident injuries. I'm certain that there are plenty of people who understand exactly what I go through from day to day. It's just that I haven't really run into those people yet. I'm not all that complex of a person and the things that I go through aren't very deep in any way. It's just that the feelings that I experience, both physical and mental, are a part of me and no one that I have ever spoken to is even close to being in the "place" that I'm in. 

Some folks can be extremely sympathetic. I can see it on their faces when I answer a question regarding my physical state and everything that happened to me in the accident. Other folks only seem to ask about my injuries in order to use them as a conversational springboard to talk about things that they have personally gone through. Others will politely offer some type of inquiry about my injuries, but they don't really have any use for an answer that stretches beyond a sentence or two. All in all it mostly feels as though I'm pretty much alone in this. I've always been more or less of an independent person, so it's not all that big of an issue, but every once in a while I think that it would be nice to talk to someone about these things beyond the simplicity of the technical aspects of my injuries while using quick and simple phrases. 

This blog affords me the ability to reveal more than I usually do with others, but it's not the same as having someone who will listen beyond being either polite, tolerant, or indifferent. I am unfiltered in what I actually say here, but I don't come close to discussing everything that I happen to be feeling or experiencing within the passage of time. Even as I type these words I feel as though I'm behaving a little bit like a co-dependent whiner that needs his blankie. I think that a part of that feeling originates from the fact that I often feel as though others see me that way. It's why I'm so leery of talking with others in a deep or detailed way concerning the things that I go through. Their unmistakable reactions are enough to keep me quiet. I guess that I'm sort of destined to settle for a degree of solitude concerning the things that I feel. It's OK, but it's far from ideal.