People can sometimes be deceitful of who they really are, you won’t be able to know their real identity if you don’t waste a cup of coffee with them, if you don’t go with them under one umbrella on a rainy Tuesday evening or if you don’t waste many nights on the telephone talking about almost everything, or sometimes, about nothing.
It’s just that sometimes, we think we know them already… But if we take a closer look at them, they change; they become different from what they were before we know them quite well.
Nevertheless, it can sometimes shock us if we try to know people who we thought were just some normal breed of strangers, but when we get to know them, we get amused of how amazing they are. Your first impression of them was that they were just normal people: normal like those you see when you ride the MRT or LRT, or better yet, normal people like those you don’t notice when you cross the pedestrian lane.
But every person has a story to tell, every person has something with their system that you just can’t understand, or worse, appreciate.
Amazing as it can be, but people can be beautiful, while others can be so imperfect. We don’t notice the good thing about them, and that’s what makes relationship run short for two people: you and them.
People can choose of whom to betray, of to whom they would be revealing their true identity. You can’t expect people to be true to you when sometimes, you can’t be even true to yourself.
Real people are those people who deny that they are real. They won’t admit that they are real in fear of trying to reach someone’s expectation of them.
And if you try to analyze, some people consider each other STRANGERS, maybe because they haven’t met each other before, or they don’t want to waste their own time with people they think are not interesting enough to talk to or to even get to know.
STORY: There’s this one girl that was sitting in a waiting shed, she was freezing because she got wet because of the heavy rain that occurred earlier that evening. She was trembling like a cat soaked in a bag of ice, but no one even bothered to gave her something, even a cigarette stick, to keep her warm. After so many hours of sitting there with nothing to keep her warm, a young man asked her why she was there when she actually have a choice of whether to go home or to waste all her time shivering in the cold. She replied with a blank smile, ‘I was just testing if strangers would dare to ask or would even care to help people that are strangers as well. It only proves, strangers can’t help strangers, so strangers can’t help themselves climb the social ladder, they are helpless pigs waiting for people to meet them at their own, respective, bullshit roads’.
We are so afraid of going to other paths, we always remain strangers. We meet a lot of people, but we don’t actually take time to study how their life goes each day. We interact, but we don’t react the way we are supposed to. We wait for people to go by our own ways, the way we like it, actually, being selfish people waiting for other people to insist themselves to you.
Why don’t you try knowing people? Know them well enough, smart enough.
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