Fuck

Have you ever been rolling along on top of the fucking world and then someone (could be anyone) tells you something new. It doesn't have to be a big something. In fact, when you really look at it, its quite trivial. But it is there nonetheless. It acts like a parasite. One minute, everything is great, but the next there's this little nagging suspicion. It whispers at you and nags and pokes till it gains a little power...then it becomes doubt. Now doubt is a little bigger force to be reckoned with. Doubt has the ability to affect even the purest of emotions sometimes, however indirectly. You may still feel the same way (completely, absolutely, forever) but in the presence of doubt, you begin to pit it against other emotions, such as self loathing, inadequacy, feeeaaarrrr...the fear that you might be living a lie. The fear that everything you know might be a lie. Or even worse...the feeling that you might just be some freak...a pathetic, psychotically obsessed piece of shit that over thinks everything because you don't know how to cope with hearing said little piece of information.

I guess what I'm saying is maybe I should start being a little more selective of what I believe. But...the question remains, who to trust? The informant, or the subject of the information?