I don't really see anyone as trustworthy.
Maybe it's just me. I simply can't trust anyone. And that's where most of my relationships fall short.
Why am I so insecure? I don't know honestly. Probably the fear of eventual betrayal by either a friend or a lover.
Now of course there are times I would tell someone I trust them, but it's a lie. I don't and its very hypocritical on my part because I don't feel as if I'M trustworthy. If I feel like I'll be betrayed soon, I'll betray first.
When I call my girlfriend I listen to less what she's saying and more what's in the background. "Why's everything so quiet?", I ask myself, "Who's unfamiliar voice is that?", "You're ignoring me, obviously. Your phone rings five times before voice mail and none if your phone is dead, however you phone rang twice before voice mail."
It extends from my mutual relationships. When I step out of my office while at work, I feel unease. As if I'm being talked about in a negative way. Which probably causes most disdain I have for few of my coworkers.
I was told by a friend of mine that I'm just very paranoid. I don't think that's true at all. And if it is I feel I have excusable reasons to be as such --- I just don't know what they are.
When you trust someone and that person answers, you don't question them.
Well I do. I question everything that person says and I listen to their speech patterns. Then I come to the conclusion that what they say is fictitious.
Though I distrust alot, I still go along with the lie and help out. I try to give my friends and family the benefit of the doubt even though I doubt everything they say. When my friends needs my help for "food" I send them money, even though I believe that charity is actually going on synthetic marijuana. They say I'll be reimbursed, but that'll never happen.
I asked a parent of mine to develop some photos. I'd give some money to do it.
I take it that never happened. I asked and I kept getting bogus excuses as to why it never happened. I think it somehow went on marijuana. I don't know what you could get with $45 and I don't really care.
I had a birthday party along with my sister one day and my mom bought her and myself each a separate cake. I had a German chocolate cake -- my favorite. I never got a chance to eat it, however. Our party was at a club and I had left with one of my best friends to his place. When I went to my dad's place, where my cake was, my cake was gone. My dad said he didn't know what happened to it, however later I was told that my birthday cake was taken by my father to be served at a church.