The world is never black and white, if you were going to paint it any colour it would have to be varying shades of grey. Varying is the key word. Nothing is the same, no two people with the same mind, no one with identical thoughts. Terrifying. You will never know what is going on behind those smiling eyes planted on the face across from you. What devilish, twisted thoughts do they hide?
It’s always grey though, as if the world has forgotten how to love, or more accurately how to love others. Self-love prevails it seems.
You only have to look at yourself to understand why you should be so afraid of other people. Think about your darkest thoughts, the ones you hide in the deepest recesses of your mind, the ones you’d rather no one ever knew about. Those secrets that will never be uttered out loud. Then think about the thoughts a psychopath might entertain, and then follow through on. If common perception is correct those thoughts, fantasies even, would have to be much worse than your own.
Why is it though, that our thoughts sometimes, perhaps more often than any of us would care to admit, stray into the deviant, into the psychopathic, into the deranged? What draws us to be so fascinated with the dark side every human contains? Is it the constraints of our society that make us want to rebel against those that would try to control us? Or is it something more innate within our nature, that makes every human being capable of some heinous act.
If I were to ask you whether you would kill someone in self-defence, if it were a case of either you die, or they die, would you do it? I can’t imagine a scenario in which anyone would say truthfully that they would lie down and allow their life to be unjustly taken. If we are to take that as it is, then surely there is an argument suggesting all humans will kill in certain situations, perhaps that situation pertains to self-defence much less often than we might think, or want to think. Surely, if there is one scenario where killing is acceptable to most, then there are others, after all, have we not all fantasised at least once about killing someone?
Perhaps I will come back to these points, but the bottom line is, when people ask, what are you most afraid of? The only rational answer in my opinion, is people, because we can never truly know what motivates, what drives another person, we will never know what anyone else thinks about, what they fight with themselves about. That makes people unknown, but if the only person you can really know, and therefore trust is yourself, then where does that leave us in a world where our survival is compromised by beings of our own species?
So, what am I trying to say? I’m saying be wary, because sometimes people that you think you know surprise you, and you have to remember that perhaps you never really knew them after all. Or perhaps, you only saw what they wanted you to see. People are unpredictable and that makes them dangerous.