Do you ever wonder if people wonder if you wonder whether they wonder about you? I wonder sometimes. Okay, more often than just sometimes. It’s just that there’s no sure way of knowing whether sentiments are ever truly reciprocated. Whether it’s a couple of blocks down, or a couple boroughs, or towns, or cities, countries, or continents. There’s no way to tap into someone’s subconscious and know how they actually feel and whether what they say bears any substance, or if they’re just saying it for the sake of saying something, period. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? We never really know. We don’t actually ever know for sure how our friends feel, what our loved ones truly like or dislike about us, whether our laughter or other idiosyncrasies cause our partners to silently cringe a little inside, whether our colleagues truly admire us or would rather sully our name so as to be rid of us for good. We never really know these things, though we may think we do. But the truth is, others themselves may not be fully aware of how they genuinely feel toward us all the time. So we invest ourselves in this silent system of trust, of enduring, of periods of unquestioned tolerance. The same kind of trust we put in drivers (who are strangers) stopped at a red light as we pass in front to cross to the other side, having the faith that they won’t press down suddenly on the other pedal. But faith alone isn’t always enough. Any driver could easily run us down, whether by accident or by design, and the same goes for those around us. Trust, that secret currency among us, an unexplainable faith in people, and the unrelenting hope that we will not be left to go into the dark alone (no matter how much some of us may think they desire or deserve otherwise), is what keeps us going. Inevitably, there will always be a handful of people who care enough to accompany our journey. And hopefully, they, too, wonder.
22 with hamburr because it's fun to hurt :o