Yours- socially

I have never been comfortable around people. That does not mean I am inept at conversation or am a social recluse. I have simply never learnt the art of feigning interest or care towards other people’s affairs. My social circle or I should say the limited number of people I interact with borders on social need and on work basis. The rest who pile on- stand in the direct line of (f)ire.

The years in college have allowed me to spectate the “appearance of character”.  Hypocrisy does not surprise me, but the act of sustaining it does.

Caesar. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.

Brutus. [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!

Blessed with a good memory; I can recall what people mentioned in passing at an earlier occasion- before they realise it themself. Which means sooner or later the charade ends. People are never what they always appear to be; as Caesar found at the cost of his life and what he considered- friendship. It wasn’t the sword that killed him, but betrayal- the unkindest cut of all. Everyone wants to come across as an epitome of sincerity and honesty. It’s though another matter, that their actions otherwise indicate a complete lack.