I dont know why I’m so suspicious by nature. I seem to be always wondering if there’s an ulterior motive for strange people to behave the way they do with me. Like the last time me and a friend were driving back home in a torrid rainfall when a guy thumbed for a lift. Yeah, like I’d willingly offer our lives and the car keys to a psycho in the middle of a storm.
Or the time when I was home alone and a decrepit-looking youth rang my door bell claiming he came from an LPG company on a mission to clean and repair my gas stove for free. I wouldnt have let him in my house even if he had shown me IDs in the first place. As he muttered something like - You know, its for free. You dont have to pay anything, I mentally replied – Yeah, only with my life.
So much so that if somehow a stranger indeed turns out to be kind hearted and that he/she was actually helping me out, instead of running behind me with a knife, (while I run screaming for my life) I find myself extremely surprised and the whole thing very unexpected.
I blame it all on TV and the movies in which a killer seems to lurk behind every seemingly innocent face. I wonder when it was that I actually stopped trusting people.
“I wonder when it was that I actually stopped trusting people.”… hmmm… I see all of us getting cynical by the day. Does living alone for too long does that to a person? I wonder…
We are indeed getting cynical by the day. I wish I could blame it all on the humidity (like Monica)
It has to do with the general scenario in India. You just cannot trust a stranger. Nothing more, nothing less.
True words. I agree completely, sad but true.