Looking for myself

Trust

It was him...I can't belive it...out of all the guys in the world...at the same place as 5 years ago...gosh, you surely love pure irony, don't you? How could I be so foolish...
Jacquline was running and thinking. There were nearly 35649812834 male human species on this planet,and a good 26.5% of them were her age. Also, about 22.98% of her classmates had asked her out, of wich only 1 had been accepted. AND IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!
How could I be so stupid and...trustful.....
People trust too much. I mean, right now, if somebody asks about the time, we answer it is five to six pm. We never doubt it, we never question it. We only take it for granted. For us, that's a FACT. But what if? (...) What if I told you its half past twelve? Would you belive me?(...) You sure would, unless you had a watch. This is how much we trust each other. We never stop to remember the one who created the watch was a HUMAN. And as a human, he does MISTAKES. Anyway, we blindly trust the object.
You may say I'm talking nuisance and I should just swollow it up and deal with it, but I don't want to. I have to make a point. I need to know if it's only me to question the facts. Is it only me who thinks nothing is meant to be one certain way? Is it only me to belive that, maybe, if someone at school taught us 2 is pronounced three, then 1+2=4 wouldn't sound so stupid? Is it? Is it? What can be so certain for us that our mind takes the facts for granted? What if the facts were all LIES? But then, what are lies? Are they just facts we stop trusting? Stop trusting, stop believing in?(....)
We all have questions. What if this question was just an injection of an all lie, which overlords our way of thinking that facts are just predictions of the way we imagine things are? To mistake is human, but then...what is right? Is it right not mistaking, or believing we do not mistake? Or is it right just to trust the facts injected? Maybe right is to follow the flow, trusting like we've always done... but then, what would mistaking be? And if mistaking is doubting, and trusting is right, how can we be so sure? (....)

Thinking of all this, Jacquline hadn't noticed where her feet were carrying her. She had now arrived to......

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Cliffhanger!!!!! So guys, glad to prove I'm still alive, and sorry if this chap is a bit overloaded and makes no sense....what's the fun at making sense? Anyway, I had a total inspiration today during geography, and myself is the reason I have trust issues so....here we are. And shout out to keira-nightlighter for dealing with my madness and being part of it! So, until next chapter, aka next year, keep being the potatoes I know and love, or don't know but distantly love! Ciao!