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Maintaining the fiction of normality
Dec. 22nd, 2018 10:04 pmIt's not that I lie. Not often, at least. But there are just things I... don't say. Things I avoid. Things I don't explain. Things I leave alone.
And so people assume I'm normal. Just some guy. Just some girl. They have no idea who I am, or how I really feel.
It's very isolating.
And it's also so incredibly precious to find people I don't have to guard myself around. Places where I can be, and not be silent, and not avoid certain expressions and certain topics. It's precious and rare, and I wish it were more common, but it's very hard to trust anymore. I used to be much more out about a lot of things. Once bitten, twice shy, though.
And so people assume I'm normal. Just some guy. Just some girl. They have no idea who I am, or how I really feel.
It's very isolating.
And it's also so incredibly precious to find people I don't have to guard myself around. Places where I can be, and not be silent, and not avoid certain expressions and certain topics. It's precious and rare, and I wish it were more common, but it's very hard to trust anymore. I used to be much more out about a lot of things. Once bitten, twice shy, though.