What are walls?
Yeah, the ones we use to hide behind calamities, unforeseen stuff, etc. There are two types of them. The ones that others make and we pay them through our nose for them. The other ones, are fee of cost (at least in any currency) and are more interesting than the former.
So then, why do people make walls around themselves?
For a variety of reasons. Primarily all walls are to protect them from others. So that no one can breach the personal space, no one can know what really is in the mind, no one can hurt without permission. Though most times, the walls exist not to be not broken, but to see who will make the effort to break in, who would wish to make an effort to be able to get in the walls, to be able to hurt mercilessly. Though it involves being hurt, it not always is hurtful. The hurt eventually does give way to a certain peace. The peace involving nothing. But that is the name which can be chosen to give to the fact that nothing is left. Or whatever, it just is an evidence of the fact that its a human being surrounded by those walls which once were broken, which once did not serve their purpose and which are just as imperfect as everything else.
However, there are this other kinds of walls, the walls which are spread about 10 feet across the bearer. Every time anyone would take a step closer, the bearer would step behind, take every possible means to avoid any breach. The walls get stronger and thicker at each attempt of break-in. If someone does, at any momentary lapse of judgement and reason, step inside the walls, the bearer treats the intruder like white blood cells would treat an infection. Those walls are invulnerable, and thus, the invading party would be left, avoided like a disease.
Why, no one can fathom.
What happens when such walled people commit mistakes, mistakes of any regard, is hilarious. Mistakes make one vulnerable. They expose one to judgement and disgrace. It is the one vice no wall can hide. They run, they scream, they go into a panic attack, do whatever they can to avoid everything. Ever notice what a snake feels when its skinning? That is exactly what they feel like.
Also, when one commits a mistake to such a person, it flatters them. Nothing feels better than the feel that nothing can hurt. And how do you know they feel like a winner? When you hear "It's not your fault". What it really means is that it so hell is your fault, but well, they choose to not let you know. They choose to not let you have the power to hurt.
Why are we humans so fragile and vain, I wonder!
Anyways,
see ya around
