I never think people will do me wrong and then, being people, they do me wrong. In a sentence, I am easily played because I am so niaive. I am past middle age and yet I trust people to be honest and true instead of scheming and lying. I wish my husband was by my side all the time. He sees their base nature and doesn't give them a chance. As it is, I walk through this world alone, counting on my OWN judgement and once again I am hurt by people being people. I guess it would be easier to take or to comprehend if I wasn't so earnest, so true. Maybe if I were like them I would understand the games people play. I am not and I don't, so I cry once again, "How could they do that, I thought I could trust them."
The Temptations said it best: Smiling faces leave no traces of the evil that lurks within. Can you dig it?
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