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Here comes and goes another full moon

This blog post has been left in draft since mid-July, the month of the Buck or Thunder Moon, which was also a Supermoon. One of those opportunities to keep quiet and let the view take over, or publish a couple of good photographs. For anyone interested in a minute timeline of lunar appearances, there's always

Trust, what’s that?

Prologue - This is the very first ever post written on a mobile phone. It feels like walking in very tight clothes while trying to be graceful and not miss the train at the same time.
Squeezed between the rush of inspiration and the small screen, what a terrible situation.
 Better get this out before an attack of RSI or an unwelcome interruption.

The idea of trust and trustworthiness has been undermining the reality of human connections forever, or  so it seems. It is viewed as an essential element of any emotional architecture, something that could make the whole edifice of a relationship go down.

The premise is that as soon as talking to someone goes beyond the shallow end of trivialities and into ‘soul’ territory, a new feeling is being born. If we did not trust someone, why would we share so much of the unseen self? I am not talking here about heartbreak stories. The unveiling is part of a ritual that new friends-in-the-making like going through. I tell you this and you reciprocate with the same type of story, and we both raise the stakes as we unpeel our memories.

Woe to the delusional mind! Sharing is not about building trust but about letting off a bit of internal steam Although women have a reputation of talking about something dreadful as a way of relieving the pain, men can be just as self-centered. We share the burden for the duration of the exchange. The benefits are obvious and so are the after-effects. Take any good natter and it is worth several expensive trips to therapy.

Does this mean I can trust someone who has bared their affective innards at length? Or that I can be trusted if I go into full confessional mode ?  Categorically no.

Like with lots of other things in the realm of reality, talking is relatively easy. Not cheap, mind you, because it devours so much time. We make and break thousands of verbal pacts throughout our life. It’s highly preferable to ignore self-indiscretions, personal reports and any memory that is not linked to a physical proof, such as “I was inconsolate so I ate all cakes”. The cakes may be gone, but how can you prove that you were desperate and not just greedy?

We’d be better off if trust came as the natural by-product of action carried out and acknowledged to be mutually beneficial.
So many words would remain unspoken and so many disillusions could be kept at bay. If people knew nothing about each other apart from what they experience directly... what a good existence that could be.

My inner life may be a work of art and my past a treasure trove of sordid secrets or exceptional feats, but if I keep promising I will do something and never do it, baring my soul will be just exhibitionism.
I believe there is some law that does not look benevolently at this practice,  but I think it applies to the nether parts only.


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