How mysterious.

Every time I see all them leaders, performers, dance I/Cs, teachers etc I always think: what are these people like in real life? They can’t possibly be shouting/juggling/dancing/teaching 24/7, can they? What are their personalities like? How do they spend their weekends? Is that stern face of theirs simply a facade?
Same goes for people with blogs. In real life, you see them all bright and cheery, but onto WordPress/Tumblr/Twitter/any bloody virtual platform you go and bam, you start doubting if this sad/raging/annoying person is actually the same person you’ve met just hours ago. You wish that you could know them even better.
But some of my friends, even the closest ones, lock their hearts up in passworded posts and vague commentaries, to the point where I sit at my desk, flabbergasted at the fact that I am unable to help a close friend and that I’m not a close enough friend to act as a confidant…
I would know, I’m guilty of that too, and I always reply, “it’s a long story” when asked about something I wrote. Of course, I’m not hinting at or attacking anyone’s way of thinking. I doubt I’m even that close to anyone. It’s perfectly fine to keep some things private. Some things are better left unsaid, to avoid offending or hurting someone else.
But this privacy and layer of mystery only serves to tell me that there’s still a lot to learn about these friends of mine, that there’s always something new about them that I’ll find absolutely fascinating.
I love to help others with their worries (I do it a lot myself anyway) and I’m just waiting for people to drop me a line for any issue they’d want help with.
Once again, I’m not targeting anyone, I just had this topic on my mind for a while.
Maybe, maybe one day before we inevitably drift apart can I get to fully gain their trust.
Maybe I should be a psychiatrist in the future!
Well, just a little food for thought.