on faces
Feb 19, 2009
It’s funny how we think we know the people we think we know. Until we find out we don’t. Then we’re surprised, but not really because we sort of suspected it all along. That we didn’t know them as well as we thought we did. Or at all.
It makes us sad. Then it makes us think. About the faces we wear. The different people we are to the different people we know. About the honesty of it all. And the psychology behind it.
We’re all schizo. In our own completely sane and socially acceptable way.
