Two sides

It's always been fascinating to me how two people can experience the exact same event and have completely different experiences. Not only do we experience the situation differently, but we also hear the explanation of the situation differently than the person is intending to express it. Did you follow that? You're not supposed to really, that's the point. Yet we argue about it, go back and forth, trying desperately to get our point across, to be heard. And, of course we are not being heard because guess what the other person wants?....to be heard! And their "a lot" is 2 and your "a lot" is 8 and, by the way, in the midst of it all, you happen to be wearing the same color shirt of the kid that beat them up in the third grade....you don't stand a chance of being heard. The thing I have been slow in realizing is this....if my side is my side, then I already know what it is, so why am I spending so much time talking about it. Why not listen to one I know nothing about....because I'm a stubborn human sometimes. So, there are two sides to every story and all the growth and learning is in the other one.