Sometimes I am afraid to look into people's pasts for fear of finding something I won't like. I guess it might be a little irrational, because after all, how can we know someone without knowing their past, but at other times, I like the way I know and understand some people and am afraid that will change if I know their past.
Maybe this fear is born out of the fact that the past I don't know about is a past without me in it, and maybe I am afraid of what I have no influence over and no responsibility for. Maybe it is because I know my own past and what has happened in my own past that I fear the pasts of others. Or maybe it is all born out of an overactive imagination that I can't put away, and sometimes have a hard time distinguishing from what actually happens. Sometimes I even imagine thoughts, of my own and of others, that never happened or arn't true, but then I am afraid they will become true, even for an instant.
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