Everybody has secrets. Some bigger than others. Not everything has to be said…not every truth needs to be told. Sometimes we just aren’t strong enough to withstand the weight that comes with knowing the truth and bearing with it.
But every now and then, we forget this little fact. We meet people; nice people and we think they can handle it. They say they can so we believe they can. (Or we want to, anyway.) In a moment of faith (read : madness), we forget that everything we say can and will be used against us at a later date. That is until it actually is.
My question is; is it so hard to love someone the way they are? Flaws, screw ups and all? It probably is otherwise we all wouldn’t put so much effort into hiding… But what if we didn’t? What if we came out and said, “Hey! My name is *insert name* and I’m screwed up,” and got a “Nice to meet you *insert name*” in response, followed by a lifetime of laughing at just how screwed up we are over coffee, cocktails etc and enjoying decades of wholesome friiendship? Would that be the worst thing in the world?
We’re all a little screwed up. The sooner we realise that, the easier we’ll be on the rest of the world.