Knowing People
“Knowing other people can be a defence, the defence, against acknowledging their actual existence, and what we need their existence for.”
I know my daughter wouldn’t do that.
I know her, she’s not ____ enough to do that.
I know us, we would never break up.
But do you really know? Or are you claiming to know? Why do you need to know?
What makes you so convinced that your daughter won’t ever like girls? What makes you so sure that you know what your childhood best friend is thinking? What makes you guarantee that your marriage is the exception?
It is ridiculous to actually claim to know someone, when I don’t even know what I want for dinner yet.
So why do I keep claiming I know people?
Am I afraid of the truth? Of why you’re in my life? What if you’re not meant to be in my life forever. What if today, the most glorious of days, becomes just another faint memory of the past?
I am scared. Life is so unforgiving at times. I can die in peace right now, just to avoid the uncertain pain that may await us.
I know that won’t happen.
But then again, maybe I don’t.
