I have just discovered one of my distraught ways of thinking . This mean that I give other people excuses and justification according to my own conditions or circumstances . It's funny and paradoxal but I do it again and again , even if there size of their feet can't get into my small tiny shoes . I keep looking toward people from my own prospective. Since , I belong to a family of readers and books scattered everywhere except for the kitchen and the rest room . I am used to talk about books and share every new information with others . It's the most fascinating thing for me and the most frustrating things for some other people . I remember an infuriating look from a woman I shared some medical information with her . Me and my big mouth she looked at me saying , I think you should be a councilor . After , her comment I stopped talking with her in my own way . I stopped showing the real me , few short words were enough . Maybe , I am too sensitive or I rush to conclusions quickly. People don't want to get into my shoes and I have tried to let them but I have failed. Some just plateaued at a certain mindset refusing to change. I guess I will walk barefoot. While dealing with people brains. It's safer and more effective. I need to look carefully where to put my feet only .