I DON’T TRUST NO ONE, NOT EVEN MYSELF
BLOG POST TEN“I believe that to know oneself is an art that can never be mastered through the evolution of time.”
“As humans we are always evolving and therefore cannot fully extend to others the level of trust that we often give ourselves. Think about it, if you didn’t know yourself, would you trust you?” Those were some of the words my father used to say before he passed away. For most of my life, we were always on the road holding press conferences for his political campaign. We were either visiting different cities convincing individuals to vote for him or meeting with his associates to renegotiate the terms of their agreements.
“You either have to use or be used in order to survive this game,” he’d say. He was so sly with his tongue that you wouldn’t dare deny him his request even if you wanted to. There were instances my father managed to persuade an entire audience into overlooking the stains from his past mistakes. He used his political influence to lure people into endorsing policies that he himself would never agree with. He’d used the common interest of the people to lure them into a room that encourages them to forfeits their basic needs and rights as humans. He was so caught up in his lies, he often believed he was performing a greater good for the security of our future.
I couldn’t understand why he continued a career that made him abandon all the principles he instilled in me growing up. He dedicated all his efforts in trying to convince me not to follow into his footsteps, but those were the only tools I had in my arsenal following his death. Overtime, I slowly became the person my father disliked the most, himself.
“What’s going on through your mind?” Elsy said. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear the sound of her footsteps climbing against the stairs on her way up here. She just came from her evening lecture and like usual we decided to meet at our usual spot on top of the roof. I could hear the sound of my father’s voice warning me of the dangers in maintaining this relationship, but I couldn’t be this way with Elsy. She was the only friend I had since high school and the only person I could extend a minuscule of trust aside from myself. I’ve grown accustom to this friendship and my mind learned to enjoy her company.
A small synopsis about a character in a developing project I’m currently working on. Please refer to Blog Post Eight on quick tips on writing a character’s backstories and Blog Post Nine to read another character’s backstory.
Antonio Swann
Nickname: Tonio
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 150 IB
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Parent: DEAD
Siblings: NONE
Education: Communications (Senior)
Trait: Hot-tempered; Stubborn, Pessimistic, Distrusting, Independent (Cancer)
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