Everyone has a secret. Whether it be big, and life threatening, or small and seemingly meaningless.
The person who sits next to you on the bus, in your classes, at lunch, even at the dinner table, they have a secret.
No one person can show everything they are, inside and out, to another. You may think you know someone “like the back of your hand,” but there’s always something hidden under the skin.
All people have insecurities. About their bodies, about their character, about their hobbies. You will never meet a person who is confident in everything they are and everything they do. It’s simply not possible. They may appear that way, and they may say that they are, but deep down there is always something.
Some people, most, put up a front to conceal who they really are. I think it’s because they’re afraid that no one will accept them.
If everyone in high school would just drop their papier mache masks and reveal themselves, I think things would rearrange very quickly. The “nerds” and the “jocks” would share interests, the “emos” and the “sluts” would find that they have more in common than they once thought. Stereotypes, labels, whatever you want to call them, I don’t think they’re real. I think that a person finds a group to say that they’re in, and acts like that type of person should act. They do what is expected of them. They don’t dare talk to a person who isn’t in their “circle,” because that’s “social suicide.” If people would stop being so damn hung up over this, then it would all be okay.
Premature judgement is so unfair. I can’t say I don’t do it. But I want to try not to, because everyone deserves a chance to show who they are.
Just a thought.