|
I would like to think that I've always been quite perceptive as far as the feelings of others are concerned, even if often I pretend not to notice, particularly if their feelings are directed towards myself. But the animus in people, despite its suppression and pleasant if condescending manner, can be felt as plainly as if they'd spat in my eye. How can one ever see what's in the hearts and heads of others? The answer is simple: it's impossible. It can never be possible, and how can one be sure that one wants to know what others truly think or feel about him? How can one ever know for certain that others honestly, unselfishly care for him? I suppose the answer to that will never be found. |
|
