Sunday, June 3, 2012

Candy

It all starts with candy, your mum telling you not to accept any from strangers in minivans trying to lure you in. You remember fidgeting, nodding, thinking that candy is just candy, that there shouldn't be any hidden agendas. But as it turns out, there is, there always is. Because, as a matter of fact, being approachable, easy on the hearts, naive even, that's exactly the kind of aftertaste you don't want anywhere near your mouth. Before, there used to be this wide open wooden door with a key underneath a carpet and an invitation that says come in. Now, now there's just a wall and a carpet being sent over to dry cleaning. It's funny (not really) how, when you grow older, candy is replaced by empty promises, the stranger becomes a "friend", and the van, well, the van is just a van. At least back then you would come out a winner with a full stomach and a happy smile. Now you just come out empty.

People lie. That's what they do. They think you don't notice. They think that because you don't notice, that they can get away with it, which they do, but not because you don't notice, because you do, but because you'd rather waste your energy somewhere else. And the sad part is that you know there must be good in people. Maybe they just fail to share it with the rest of the world. So eventually, you learn to lower your expectations. No big deal. Seriously, if they don't really care, then why should you? Why put so much effort when it's all going down the drain and into the minivan anyway?

Trust is bitter sweet, like candy, and you either have it or you don't. And as the saying goes.. fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice shame on me, so pack your bags and just let me be. No, wait, it doesn't exactly say that, does it? Oh well, nevermind.

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