Trust. It’s a short word, not even all that interesting as far as vocabulary goes. But it’s synonyms…
assume, bank on, be convinced, bet bottom dollar on, bet on, build on, calculate on, confide in, count on, depend on, expect, gamble on, have faith in, lay money on, lean on, look to, place confidence in, place trust in, reckon on, rely upon, swear by, take, take at face value
But, it seems as if naïve should be on that list. But it’s not an acronym for trust. It’s the freaking definition according to dictionary.com. I never thought I was naïve. But I always considered myself to be trusting. I trusted in honesty of my friends. I trusted in my abilities to meet the demands on my time. I trusted in the truthfulness of my employer who was like a father to me. But at this moment, it all feels very naïve.
And now it’s beginning to morph into anger at those whom I’ve placed my trust. I’d like to throw a tantrum wailing at the air and kicking away reality in hopes the aftermath would bring a kind of quiet calm. A catharsis.
How dare I trust. How dare you for letting me. Because I get the feeling you knew all along – I was just naïve.