Frequency: (noun) the rate of occurance; Physics- the number of periods or regularly occuring events of any given kind in unit of time, usually in one second.
I had a conversation while making breakfast Wednesday morning with my sister that I suppose jolted me to finding out what this definition of frequency means. We were talking about emotions, and she made a side handed comment about how sometimes I am was seems to be 'apathetic'....while in my opinion I am just being 'calm' and how calm for her means something entirely different (whether it was good or bad she didn't really say). Not that we got into a fight about it, but I guess an interesting dialogue about what and how some emotions register differently for different people. And that of course...got me thinking. What if we are all working under the assumption that we know and understand each other's emotions the "right way"? What if...our assumptions then lead to how and why there is so much miscommunication between everyone and everything. I myself made the comment talking to her that it is interesting how people run on different emotional 'frequencies' (hence the definition. I'm not that weird. Okay maybe a little bit). That being said...I guess it's interesting to wonder what emotions we think we put out to people, the universe, our dog, etc. when it can very easily with the addition of a gesture or the lack of one can change everything. Maybe I'm complicating the whole thing. After all emotions are hard to deal with anyways...
Which leads me to another conversation I had with her recently. We were talking about her 'romantic situation' and I was under the very ernest belief that if she knew this person had feelings for her, and this person knew of her own...that she or they should at least act soon. She on the other hand...seemed completely content with the way this were occuring now. And then of course we got into a fight about how she thought I was annoyed whenever she talked about this person she liked. And honestly I was. I was annoyed because finally she has a moment to make something happy happen for herself when all she can think about is her 'fascination' for why the person she likes well...likes her. So I finally fessed up and told why I was annoyed or might be anyway. I was reacting to the fact that I was scared for her...for her to miss her chance at something because for all we know...one day she could wake up and all of those feelings just simply- vanished. And having well...significant experience in that department I didn't want her to end up feeling the way I have and still kind of do. I guess you could say a little...reluctant? Ambivalent? Ambivalent about life and love and all that and what happens to you, so that when something good finally does, you don't know what to do with it.
But I shouldn't force her to react the way I do...and I should I guess let her be. Thing is...she keeps asking me for advice...and I don't know what to say without sounding disenchanted.
Feelings- whatever that means...is a very tricky business. Like finding the right tuning on the radio station.
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