l'ignoranza è bliss

everybody has secrets. even the most honest, dedicated person you think you know. it's a strange thing when you find that out. it's almost a relief, like you can really be you and they won't judge you. like you can tell them how fucked up you are and how fucked up you really are on the inside and they won't care. but then you wonder if they're fucking with you because you know they're able to do so. and you know they're thinking the same thing about you. and in the midst of this giant open, honest conversation, all your trust is put aside and you're left waiting for the other shoe to drop because you suddenly know this other person. and maybe you've lost a little respect for them and you wish you didn't know all you knew about them and it would be easier if things could go back to the way they were just four minutes ago before that whole conversation started. not possible. how's that saying go? better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt. hmmm...