It is curious how those around us purport to care for us. They encourage us to confide in them, to open ourselves up to them. It becomes almost incessant, as though they seek to acquire a weapon. But you know. You are aware of the prying eyes that will follow, the subtle shift in behavior that constantly reminds you of what they know about you. The little moment of vulnerability that they will exploit. You understand that the mere act of opening up to them, in hopes of lessening your burden, will only increase it. And if that weren't enough, you are aware that they might become offended by your feelings. They will be hurt, and now, in addition to your previous miseries, you must deal with the guilt of hurting those whom you believed cared for you. How can you truly open up when you know all of this? And if you decide to keep it to yourself, you become uncommunicative. It is a choice between being emotionally unstable or emotionally unavailable. It is poison either way, a venom that you must choose to swallow. You lose no matter what.
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