Today, I mentioned that I had dealt with depression before as we talked about the topic. Someone I've known for 3 years looked at me with an odd expression, saying "Really? But like you're so happy and you don't seem like that kind of person." Hearing that surprised me, hurt me, and opened my eyes. It made me think about what I don't know about people. There are people I know who hate themselves and struggle with issues at home, but he doesn't show it. No one knows but himself and I. I thought about the people I know who's parents aren't there for them and who go through self loathing, yet no one knows but their close friends. No one really understands anything. You could just fake a smile, and people would accept it. Those who say they're you're friends believe it but don't question the moments you have when your face is down and your guard has dropped. Only those who care, not necessarily about you, but in general, will notice. Only those who have witnessed it first hand will notice. And out of those who notice, it takes a genuine, special type of person to act upon that person and help them with issues they know nothing of. That, to me, is really what separates people. The experiences they have, and how they use those experiences to manipulate their character to help others. Some, after a rough time, act like it never happened. Act like they are rock solid and have no emotions. Like they don't care. Then, there are those who use those experiences and change themselves because of it. They only help themselves with that move. But, a small portion, learn from the experience. They notice they were wronged, or wronged someone, and take their mental they gained and give it upon others around them. They help the ones going through problems, while fixing their own. Those people are special, significant beings who walk the earth.
