i wonder how silly certain people would feel if they stopped talking to me about themselves and their problems for a few seconds
at least long enough to notice that they have exposed their most well-kept secrets to me and yet when they stop to think about it,
they register the fact that they actually don’t know anything of me and the most well-kept secrets that are mine and they have in fact actually never even bothered to ask.
how absolutely absurd they must feel standing in that moment,
when being forced acknowledge that you have opened yourself up entirely for someone else without knowing a damn personal thing about them.
selfishness is such a plague.
it leaves you locked in place eternally.