Out of the blue, it struck me that one shouldn’t believe another person, easily, or even totally. People tend to show a different side of themselves depending on the intended audience? Be it intentionally or unintentionally. You can never read another person’s mind (completely). And especially for girls, the moment you’re born, you are already at the disadvantage(don’t worry, nothing has happened to anyone).
The more people you meet, the uglier the world seems to become. I have always cautioned myself not to be too trusting so as not to be deemed as gullible (hence vulnerable) nor be gullible. However by Sod’s law, there’s a limitation to what one can do.
I’ve suddenly lost trust in the humanity(nothing has happened to me). You can appear angelic in front of someone but in actual fact, you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The world is a scary place.
I guess I’m just reminding myself to be less trusting (and yes, nothing has happened to me!). 
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You-cant-trust-your-own-son joke:
Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn’t help noticing how beautiful Ben’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and this only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom’s thoughts, Ben volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. “You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
Ben said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her a letter just to be sure.”
So he sat down and wrote: “Dear Mother, I’m not saying you ‘did’ take a gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you ‘did not’ take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.”
Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:
“Dear Son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Allison, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with Allison. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom”
