Fallen Angels

The thing with people is that you never really know what they're really made of. Not really. You think you know this person for years, yet they never cease to surprise you at times. And it's absurd how your opinion of them can change in the blink of an eye.

I wish it weren't so. It's too much work keeping up with all the pretentiousness of being polite. Of course, you spend enough time with someone, the layers start to peel off one by one. Speaking of which, a friend of mine likens himself to an onion. Peel him off bit by bit, he said. Makes me laugh when I remember how shallow this guy actually is. Onion? More like a mata kucing to me.

The point is, you may never really know a person. Ever.

It's sad when you realize that the people you admire are not the perfect creatures you've always envisioned them to be.