Misunderstanding
I got to my last task of the day at work and was just exhausted. I knew it would all be over after this. So I mustard up as much umpf as I could but let it all out in the form of a sigh.
As I look to left I see a couple worker. A guy who has only said three words to me the whole seven years of employment there.
He's a quite man, late fourties, keeps to himself mostly, and I could tell the past couple months have been rough on him. The bags under his eyes, the almost seemingly new wrinkles in his forehead. The frantic pace he usually works at slowed to a mere crawl. I assumed home life troubles but like I said he's a private man and I didn't want to pry.
We made eye contact after my sigh. He nods his head at me, as if in agreement. With his working lines, his heavy eyes, his beads of sweat on his forehead, and the understanding eyes.
This little gesture hit me hard today. For some reason, I felt understood. I don't mean like a person usually does, I mean really understood on a primal level.
In that moment I realized, this was the first time in a long time someone understood me and felt the same and that made me sad because this man that I barely even know anything about just communicated more to me in a head nod than most of my friends and family do in a year.
I was not alone.
I was understood.
And for that, I'm grateful.
