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Have you ever had a perfectly normal week, a reasonable day, and then actually thought about your social life and wondered how you came to be friends with the people you hang out with, the people you confide in? Or whether you actually know these people at all? Its like some sort of out-of-body experience. Its not at all a result of insecurity, a lack of self worth. To the contrary, it makes you feel like nothing is real.
Speaking of being real, why does EVERYONE hide behind some sort of facade? Even when we try to really open up, the lack of words in the human language hinders us from explaining our intended expressions. I want to be real. I want to be completely honest. But, somewhere, my virtuous desire gets tangled into a web of jumbled words, self-conscious cover-ups, and miniscule mental dictionary.
Speaking of being real, why does EVERYONE hide behind some sort of facade? Even when we try to really open up, the lack of words in the human language hinders us from explaining our intended expressions. I want to be real. I want to be completely honest. But, somewhere, my virtuous desire gets tangled into a web of jumbled words, self-conscious cover-ups, and miniscule mental dictionary.