Read me my Miranda rights

Today I want to say something about hypocrisy.

First of all, there will only be a handful of people (if not less) who will really take you serious in life. Most of them will wear a mask of seriousness and concern and whatnot but believe me it's all a lie. Of course it is. And we are all the same in this particular point. I may sometimes think that what my conversation partner is telling me is complete bullshit, but I will listen patiently and nod and pretend that I understand what they're saying. You may meet an old classmate on the street and when they come up to you you have to give up the hopes of being able to just walk past them and pretend you don't know them. You'll have to smile, probably hug, exchange common set phrases and then walk away under a pretext, all the while thinking that you've wasted precious time on some unimportant and maybe uncomfortable piece of your past.
Yes, we are all hypocrites to some degree. I know I am.

Old wisdom aside: Hello there, ex-classmates, friends, enemies (...?). I heard you read this.
Oh dear, I'll have to hold my tongue now. No more ranting about everything (everyone). Not that I do, really. Okay I do.
And here again we have the proof to my old and ever repeated rant: I am bound by society. Out of fear of my status (haha), my dignity (what is dignity anyway?)... you get my point. I hope.

Back to hypocrisy:
I think you all know, my dear readers of whom I know now, where I am aiming.
You just love this, don't you. You feast yourselves on me, you pine to devour every last word I write. For shame. Have you nothing better to do in you lives?
Oh, but it's you who chose to make your so-called diary public, you may tell me now. Oh yes. It was my choice. But it's your choice whether you resist the temptation. Oh you silly, silly children, so desperate for other people's thoughts, words, lives because yours isn't enough. Tut tut.
I may sound reproachful. But I'm the same! It's only natural, so calm down, don't be upset. We're all in the same boat. Why else would E's blog be so popular? We just crave to know every last bit of each scandal, each problem, each emotion. The sweetness of the fact that it's happening to someone else, not us. That we can just sit and watch and enjoy the show. You know I'm right.
So if you see me in the hallway and choose to say 'hello' or 'how's your new class' or 'I miss you' etc, remember that I know you know.

I've probably made myself some enemies now, sounding aloof and all that. It makes it worse because - at least in some points - I'm right. People don't like to be proven wrong or guilty. Not that you should feel guilty, of course. Please, don't. Guilt is one of the worst things one can feel. Especially when it's only right to feel it. I know because I've been forgiven my ignorance and egoism more than once by a person who should have turned her back on me ages ago for what I've done (yes, sweetheart, I mean you).

/P.