ch…ch..changes.

Reading over some old entries tonight I came across my one and only
private entry, and thought about the person about whom it was
written…and how different things are now than they seemed then. It’s
funny how you think you can have someone completely figured out, and
think you have everything in common with them…and then all of a
sudden you wake up one day and realize that you don’t know them anymore.

There are less genuine people in this world than I thought when I was
16. Or maybe there were more geniune 16 year olds who grew up to be
disingenuous 20-somethings.

What happens to these people? Is this world really so corrupt that they
feel they have to hide themselves behind lies to survive? And if so,
then why hasn’t it happened to me? Maybe I’ve just been naive all these
years and all this has just been snowballing to the point that one day
I’m just going to be crushed, hurt beyond remedy. Maybe it’s just my
naivite that keeps telling me that one day I’m going to find someone
who isn’t two-faced and won’t let me down when I’m most vulnerable. Or
maybe those people do exist…

This is why I sometimes feel the need to pull my hood up over my head,
or turn up collar to hide my face. Sometimes I just wish I’m not there.

I can’t hide forever, though.

 “Turn and face the strange.”