Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Introspect

Something you said struck me. 'We don't usually talk about these things to each other so reading all this intrigues me, like you are a different person.'

So I am wondering. Is it that I am a different person in writing than I am in reality? Or is it that there are so many versions of me that if two friends were to describe me independently, they wouldn't be able to tell that its the same person they are talking about?

Lately I have been thinking about this a lot. About what's my first impression on someone. Whether I come across as arrogant, as friendly, as warm, as cold. Sometimes what you think of yourself and what others think of you can be so diametrically opposite that it seems almost like someone is lying.

And then you dig deeper and you ask the basic question. Are you coming across a certain way out of defense? Are you trying too hard, thereby defeating the purpose?

Life has a strange way of bringing us to our demons and making us stare long enough that they become us. Sometimes I wonder if mine have become me.

1 comment:

  1. Your demons will be very afraid to face the real you.

    AnL

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