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Aaaah... I didn't feel like writing yesterday.  I don't feel like writing anything today.  Didn't think it would be so hard just to write anything, but I've forgotten how much I also dislike writing. UGH - this is worse than Taylor series in calculus. :P

What to write about... *thinks* *sigh*


OH, in my one of my posts - I mentioned being a sheltered homeschool kid, which I am. What I also meant was that I trusted ... too much.  How can you trust anyone too much?  Didn't think that was possible.

Or is it? Where a person's innocent trust in other people actually hurts them?

Never ever thinking another person has evil intentions or thoughts?  Of course, the world is full of evil people, or people who are typically "good" but stray in their intentions at times.  How can you know?  What if they're being nice to you, just to use you?  It's happened to me before, and it hurt.

BUT - I hate it when people judge from first impressions, so I try not to.  I think it's unfair.  How would you like to be shunned/disliked just because you don't have great social skills or aren't a great communicator or you met someone whilst you were in a bad mood?  Maybe I'm mixing up several different things.

I don't want to come to a conclusion that a person is wrong or evil, if I don't have solid evidence (this doesn't always happen).  On the other hand, can I trust people too much, thinking, "Oh, they must be a nice person and would never hurt anybody,"?

I'm rambling... this would definitely be a "jumbled cogitation" :P ...

~CJ

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