Well, maybe it's because I can fake a smile better than you can hide your frown, yes?
However, that isn't equivalent to me being any less disappointed in myself then you are in yourself. I don't actually show it but some things hurt me more than anyone will ever know. But that doesn't mean it doesn't tear me apart, ok? We all have different expectations of ourselves. And we get disappointed when WE don't meet our OWN expectations. Take for example, Person A doesn't pass her math but Person B does. But both are equally disappointed. Why? Because all A expects to do is pass, but B expects herself to get an A1. So don't tell B "Aiyo you keep quiet lah you pass good already lah." when she is giving her honest opinion on not being happy over her results. It's not a matter about "good" or "bad" or anything along that line. It's a matter of meeting/falling short of expectations. And in this case, both people fall short of their expectations, so there is nothing "good" about that. Understand?
Also, just because my biggest problem appears to be not being able to get a baby hedgehog, that doesn't mean that it's my ONLY problem. Have you ever thought that maybe it's because I don't actually want to proclaim to the whole wide world about my genuine feelings cum problems? That maybe those surface problems are just a smokescreen, a shelter for the real problems? Like, Person C tweets a ":-(" and Person D asks what happened. Person C will then reply "My mommy don't want to buy me a baby hedgehog." Lie. At this point of time Person C will appear to be some spoilt child but once again, that's what she chooses to show the world. The reason? She doesn't want to stripped down to nakedness of her vulnerability. But does that mean that her biggest problems in the whole wide world are superficial problems? No.
So just like how my problems are SO superficial, you are too. Because you have failed to understand that who you see is who I portray myself to be. Not being able to own a baby hedgehog may be one of my problems, but deep down there are millions and millions of untold stories, and billions of sullen particles, holding up a breaking soul, alright?
Please, just understand that everyone, has secrets.
And secrets are secrets, which will, and forever will be, a secret.
