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Perceptive people love to tell you the truth. They delve in, starting with what you’re hiding from and moving to why you’re scared. They tell you why you’re hiding, and why it’s wrong. They tell you their truth. And yet, that perceptive eye is never turned inward. Hiding behind a distorted version, a version that makes them feel better, a version that protects them. They hide until something comes along and distorts this version, and then they must go in search of the “truth” again.

People always complain about the playground bully, who only puts others down to make himself feel better. The world is plagued with truth bullies. Throwing “truths” out at others so they can hide from it themselves. They make you feel insecure, transparent; and they use that to get close, to make the real kill. You let them in because they understand; you believe what they have to say. No one has ever made you feel so cared for. No one else has ever understood. And this is why the truth hurts, because soon you find the truth is a lie, and you are launched back to a worse place then where you started.

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The truth is in the eye of the beholder.

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I once read somewhere trust was a limited resource. That it is possible to have all of your trust broken, and then you can trust no more. I believe every time your trust is broken in return you get a brick. You also get bricks when you are hurt, disappointed, or let down. You begin getting bricks during childhood, brick by brick you lay the foundation to a wall, the older you get the more bricks you collect. Last time I showed that part it hurt BRICK, last time I said that they laughed BRICK, that’s too personal BRICK BRICK. Soon the wall becomes impermeable. This wall has a singular purpose, to protect who you truly are. People can look through the windows, or over the top, but they can no longer get in to steal anything from you.

Every time you meet someone you give away a part of yourself, sometimes the part will be traded, sometimes it will be touched and returned, and sometimes it will be stolen and other parts will have to fill its space, but the part will never be the same. You will never be the same. The wall protects the places where parts have been stolen, and warns you when you begin to give too much.

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The mind works in jumbled, juxtaposed thought. Starting with something and talking itself full circle before realizing it’s gotten nowhere. Making some sense, making full sense, making no sense at all, it plunges on. And one day BOOM! It all comes together. It’s no longer rambling, it’s now a self-realization; a doorway into yourself; a light in the darkness.

The human mind never makes sense. We are full of hypocrisies and opposing opinions. That is what allows us to feel, gives us emotion. The trick is to realize this and try to work through it.

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The Wonderful World of Dating: a semi-caustic look at dating in today’s world, given from the heart of a chronically single girl, appears right here at iconoclastic

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!
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