Just some mindless musing.

Written 2012.03.18

I don't trust people.

I've always known this, but it was only a little while ago that I realized that the extent of my doubt was far greater than I'd thought.

I'm skeptical of what people my age say very much so. We're notorious liars and avid gossipers, that's what we teenagers are. Incredibly nosy. We'll throw around phrases such as 'oh, you can tell me, I won't tell,' or 'come on, what is it? I promise I'll keep it a secret!' like they're worth nothing. Which they aren't.

Teachers are a bit iffy too. I know we're supposed to accept everything they say as truth, but whenever they bring out statistics and the like I always look the facts up to see if they're misinformed. (They have been quite often, actually.)

I even find it hard to trust what my family says. I love them dearly, but they've lied to me so much as a child, it's near impossible to take what they say as the absolute truth. Just little white lies, some understandable, some not so much. They'd be easily forgotten if they'd been a rare occurrence, but they built up over time.

Maybe I'm just being cynical. Maybe I'm just tired of trusting people and getting hurt by it. I know I'm surely not the only one who's been caught in a cycle like that, and that I shouldn't be let down because of it, but it's still painful. I don't know.

I guess it's just hard for me to believe in people.