stereotypes are double-edged. without them, we can't survive. we all need something to categorize the knowledge and information we have of people and happenings, or this world would be uninterpretable to us, without patterns, imperceivable, merely chaos. yet when some have seared such a deep impression of themselves on your soul, you inevitably begin to associate their circles, their acquaintances as many of the same. you wonder if every expression is a mask, if every smile hides a smirk, if every word is spoken has its own motive.
in the past, i was too trusting, too quick to judge people as good, too willing to put myself on the line, too foolish to think twice before i acted. i got burnt. and now, bows turn to snakes before my eyes.
i wish i was free from this paranoia~
