Disappearance.

Seems like a fun thing to do. To indulge in.

People would wonder where you have been. What you did. Why you did.

Did you want to avoid them? Annoy them? Worry them? Control them?

Make them miss you?

No? Well, it seems like that’s what you are capable of. Especially when you don’t tell people what happened to you. What’s happening. What’s going on.

And why.

You would also realize that you don’t have to be around to see that someone cares.

Sure, it would also be a matter of discipline that you do not appear when you are supposed to disappear. You want to find more information, check and double check what you know. What you need to know. About yourself. About other people.

Sometimes we avoid because we feel hurt. Misunderstood.

A friend once said something along this line:

“Do not make the mistake of thinking that no one will understand, or is beyond understanding you. Because that is arrogance. To think that we are above other people’s understanding.”

I beg to differ. A bit. I have said this before. Despite the fact that humans who belong to the same society, same demographics, and same psychographics may share similar fundamental instincts (i.e. smile, sexual attraction, sleep, eat, excrete) and similar experiences, therefore humans should be understandable to a certain point, the understanding ends there:

A certain point.

Because you are not the other human.

No two experiences are exactly the same. Nor are two personalities or two characteristics.

Because they differ in magnitude. And variation.

Humans created a theasaurus for a good reason, you know.

So you relate instead. Now everyone can do that.

Come to think of it, does it really matter though? To disappear, more than necessary?

Somehow, sometimes, we always forget to look at our ego again.

Sometimes we avoid because we don’t want to face what’s really going on. Face others. Face ourselves.

Face the lie we didn’t say aloud.

Irony is when someone tells you that something cruel from your past shouldn’t happen to you and (s)he won’t do something similar to you, yet history repeats itself.

I have disappeared before.

But at least, I have informed. Warned. Told.

I was honest about the reason why.

I have been told:

“Things shouldn’t be that way.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t seem to trust me.”

“Don’t leave things hanging, it does nobody favours.”

“You deserve to know.”

Be straightforward?

It’s funny when you think back and realize that you have contradicted yourself.

Blatantly.

Can you live with that?

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By the way, I can’t read minds, thank you.

So my questions are boiling again.