I won't lie. I think I probably spent more time trying to understand the things they were saying to me than I did actually listening to the things they were saying to me.
It's not as if I didn't have the mental capacity to nor was I deliberately not paying attention.
Though the first explanation might actually have some merit to it… the second one's just plain stupid, don't even consider it.
My opinion? I think I'm just not cut out for this whole abracadabra alakazam thing, which is funny, really… magic and fantasy and all that good stuff, I was essentially living in an eleven-year-old's daydream, so why the hell does it feel more like a never-ending nightmare?
Regardless, it doesn't mean I was gonna stop trying though. As a wise man that never existed at all once said - 'fighting the battle is just as important as understanding it'.