it is so easy to look at another person and trust that they understand their lived experience better than I do and can express their identity and feelings and pain in ways that may not make sense to me and are always changing as they grow and learn and go through ups and downs while knowing they are still deserving of understanding. but the moment I start to doubt myself on anything I want to join the pitchfork mob that everyone who has ever met me is surely forming to torture and kill me for being a fake and deluded liar who is both willfully making things up and unable to actually grasp the obvious and objective reality of myself