often people make the observation of trust. “wow you trust people so well” and equally “people trust you so well”. apart from me not really knowing what that means I would like to enlighten upon the idea that there are two obvious types of trust, beyond which could be broken down further.
type one: trust with my life. – I would trust you with my life –
I guess it took me till now to finally pull that statement apart, because honestly, if you think about human nature, even animalistic nature, oh gosh – you could trust a dog with your life, because it is in the nature of life to support and defend other life. for most rational humans and many irrational ones – you can assume that if you are drowning in a swimming pool and they can – within reason (i.e. they can swim) – save you, they will. because that’s what we do, we don’t stand idly by and let others die. So when it comes to trusting someone with my life – damn it – I assume they will reasonably be willing to dive in and get me from that pool.
leading on from this – if I find myself in a compromising position, threatened by an unusual situation – I can expect most people can stretch their respect for me into a willing to behave in defense of all other human’s safety. that’s rational – I trust my life in the hands of everyone – its what could be reasonably expected of people. what I dont necessarily trust is secrets.
trust two – trust you with my secrets –
nope. I dont think so. this is anything from what I had for breakfast (irrelevant) to exactly how to flare up the particular topics that will enrage me into a hulk-like-fury over a few words in the wrong direction.
reason being – trust type one. its implied and reasonable, the default action is to behave accordingly as to that which my trust is given. trust type two however, in a scenario where threats come out and risks begin to creep in around corners, the default action – guarding my secrets can be subdued by other motives. when push comes to shove – what if I dont need to take that risk.
my breakfast is not a particularly guarded secret, but the way my head works might be, the secret intricate way I think about things – thats pretty serious shit. if I dont need to put my secrets at risk – why would I? trust you with my life? flutter of a heartbeat. trust you with my secrets. No.
what makes it so easy to get along with me is that I can so easily understand this fact (not by thinking it through every moment; just be being it), my life in your hands – do what you like with the power you have been given – I assume the best of people until conclusively proven otherwise. and as for my secrets – I guess if you didn’t know them then you would be hard pressed to figure out what you are missing. maybe this makes most of my life a façade, but its one in which I feel safest and most able to get along with the greatest mass of everyone that is possible.
until next time… my life forever in your hands, but my secrets go to the grave with me.