You, Yours, Yourselves.

Interestingly, it makes you happy when rare friends confide in you as a listener , once in a while, and speak-out when you're with them. It gives you the importance that generally is denied for you, and even, don't feel for yourself. Hence it's mostly a favourable fact for you, as you get a chance to get into other worlds and think from others' shoes. Mostly those are the self-effacing ones who talk with a non-authoritative air, and put a 'maybe, it's only a feeling' sort-of garnishing to the dishes they serve, and add an ounce of passion to whatever they do or say whom you tend to prefer.

Yet, there are people you hate talking to, too. They're the ones who speak with an intention to impose their reactions and feelings upon you, the ones who do not have a balanced view of life. They might just dump their feelings and personal impressions upon you, whether right or wrong, and leave you miserable. They enjoy seeing you in agony.

You might generally be open, and talk freely about everything to everyone, about what you think, do and plan to do. When you're finding something difficult to do, you say that on the face. This comes with a disadvantage of people considering you capable of much lower than what you really can. You, in turn, stay away from denying the shortcomings they discover in you. Often they're the right ones too, but since you listen, you get an opportunity to improve yourself.

But then, in many cases it is a misunderstanding. You intended something, they took that in a different manner. Their impatience and their ego doesn't provide any leeway for their thinking making you their easy culprit. You get up with an urge to explain, and set the wheels rolling, when your words suddenly betray you. You find that people do not care for your heart, but go by behaviour, which doesn't always seem sweet.

This is where you become a closed book. You expected people to understand that you don't mean more than what you say. And, that you mean what you say. But, then they have a widening disconnect between speech and action, that they believe it's the same with everyone.

One might call it squeamishness, but you really get hurt and disgruntled when you come across a person whose intentions are condemnable. And imagine when you find out that your worst fancies (well, you're wise enough to figure out the limits of their thinking..) about somebody whom you closely interacted with, are true! This leaves an indelible impression on your mind. Your relationship can never ever be the same.

You can hope and keep hoping that you would find someone who would understand you without your saying it. You might get someone who understands what you say and what you mean, but then they do not stay for long. Either they change to the worser, or they are constrained, or life pulls them away from you.

That's when you discover how important self-belief is. The human-being is cursed with their individuality. But when you take the way the world strains itself to stay closely bonded, you feel happy to be able to talk to yourself, so that you may always lend a ear to a fellow whose who wants to speak-out, without always loaning his.