I don’t know why she did it. I don’t think I even realized what she was doing until it was done, when she never turned around and came back. Or maybe deep down I knew it all along, but I knew that she would do it no matter my protestations, so I played dumb acting like I had no idea what was going on when really I was just trying to convince myself that it was less my fault. I don’t know, nobody knows, and nobody will ever know the whole story because she’s gone. I don’t think she would tell us anyway.
That’s just the kind of person she was. Hiding her brilliant, epiphany filled mind with a perfect appearance. Maybe a lot of people do that, but we can’t read minds. I don’t think we want to, it would shake us to the very core of what we are, what we know, what we do and say and how it affects people.
Isn’t that frightening? That we humans use only 10% of our brain, yet we still manage to hide so much. I think it is. Our priorities are so jumbled. Our capacity to love with meaning is overridden by our laziness and lack of passion. We humans are ignorant, fickle beings. I just wonder how we’ve progressed this far. Or maybe we haven’t progressed at all. I guess there’s a reason we can’t answer hypothetical questions.
