Right as Rain

I have never really had a problem figuring out people. In my circle of friends, I’m usually the one who’s good at getting character. I read you like a book and then I know exactly what kind of personality you harbour. It’s just something that comes naturally to me.

So when I thought I had figured out a certain fella, I found out in a quite unsavoury manner that I was dead wrong. I mean, it’s been said time and time again that the people who are closest to you are the ones with the capability to hurt you the most. Right?

I’ve learnt that many a time, this happens at least fifteen times in one’s lifetime. And if you’re any the wiser after being hurt, you’ll do better next time.

Wrong.

I don’t understand why I usually end up giving people the benefit of the doubt. Even when something is niggling to me (like, hey! remember the last time you were burnt by someone? hello, what happened to once bitten forever shy?)

Anyway, I had a good friend who happened to be really just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I really need to rationalise here; is it therefore necessary to stop wearing one’s heart on one’s sleeve? Or should I just go back to treating everyone with just a hint of total disregard? Or should I never bare myself to anyone who I deem to be a friend?

Because I need to get back my perceptive powers. Because they’ve been failing me a lot of late.

I want to be right as rain again.

I’m loving: Kings and Queens – 30 Seconds To Mars