on being naïve

i was being naïve when i thought that the part of me that everyone knew was not the real me. it may not be the whole me, but still, it is undeniable that it is me. the thing is - and it took me quite some time to realise that -, not everyone, every friend we make, is supposed to know us entirely. no one does, as a matter of fact, not even ourselves, but this is not the point. we are never the same with everyone. when we are with someone, we act accordingly to that person, even if that way of being (the way you talk, the subjects you talk about, and so on) is the complete opposite than what you are when you're with another person.

this is a mess, i know. and all this to say that i'm feeling a lot better about myself. i'm not an alien, after all. or, at least, i'm not entirely an alien. the things we learn in a good conversation are remarkable. thank you, my friend, for the evening.