Words

Stories are but a few words on pieces of paper, some abit more, some a bit less. Words are just letters, alphabets, stringed together to mean something, to do something, for many different purposes. What they do have in common - empty promises.

I used to be pretty familiar with this, and I kind of lost track of when I became vulnerable to words.

Some people tell you stories; some more eloquent than others, drag you over to their side, irregardless of whether it's true, you follow blindly. Some other people tell you nice things, to make you happy, so that you will behave the way they want you to. The few others will argue with you, to make you think, to make themselves feel intellectual, to make it seem like they have a cause to win.

Either way, everybody has a motive.

I know it's very idealistic to be critical about people and their words because I'm also using words to achieve my means most of the time. But when I stop and think about it, I just cannot bring myself to look past it.

Let's not talk about the usual bunch; how about the really good ones who seem to have no trouble getting what they want once they open their mouth. Those are the ones who we really should be wary of?

Facts are just facts, but people like to use words to cover them up. It's not hard to guess, really. A woman's intuition is always the most accurate. Lying is one thing, but perhaps the hardest is realizing that you can never completely know what the other person is thinking that scares you the most. You hear the words, but you don't feel the sincerity. You know it's 50-50 chance; its either the truth or its just sugar-coated. It will break anyone's heart, listening to words like these, coming from family, friends, even strangers. Well, perhaps strangers not really.

And words are simply just, words. They are used in many different contexts for many different purposes. Problem is, how do you know which is good for you and which isn't?

I think I came here to talk about something related to this, but all of a sudden I can't find enough vocabulary to put it down here.

Again, like I said, words are just words. You can take it that I meant nothing, or I meant something by everything that I have just mentioned....typed.

It doesn't really matter to me anyway. Not anymore.