Thoughts - again

Don't get it twisted, I think I'm incredible. You may read something I've written, or see me upset and assume that the depression is all-consuming, the anxiety fills me up and the loneliness is swallowing.

Don't get it twisted, I'm extremely sensitive. You might know that I live alone, hear the directness of my speech and think that I'm a strong, hardened person that can cope.

Both of these points are true, and both are completely false.

We're all complex fusions of so many, varied things, flickering through their own inexplicable timelines. I for one can begin to cry with sincere upset, and somewhere along the way a thought brings on laughter.

Other people are complete mysteries, beings of only assumption, until we decide to attempt understanding. Unless you speak to someone directly, how can you say what they are like? How can you give an opinion to them, if you've only ever seen from a distance? We all know our eyes are fallible - they can be tricked, or miss things.

It is not fair to pass comment upon a subject that you have no active part in, no experience of or any necessity to claim involvement in. Basically, keep things to yourself unless they will help; that goes both for the good and the bad.

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