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 19.12.2003 Friday morning @ 1:21 a.m. *Food for thought* We can be so good at pretending, hiding our real selves and real feelings from the world, even the ones who we think are the closest to us or those who think they know us pretty well. At the same time, we can be blatantly honest to a fault, not noticing (or caring, perhaps) if we had hurt the feelings of others around us, even strangers what more loved ones. Question monsieurs, madames et mademoiselles: why do people sometimes feel as if other people are avoiding them? As Pooh would say if he meant to kid, "Thinking is (not) something I do best." |
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