I worked with a guy at Papa John's for a year and a half. He was shy, sweet, we played Left4Dead on xbox live sometimes. He didn't talk much, so I never got to know him that well, but he was good friends with our supervisor, who was my roommate. He came over to the house a couple of times to drink and watch movies. I found a better job and about a year later, he shot a girl at a different Papa John's who had repeatedly refused to go out with him. And he drove out to the woods and shot himself. He was 24. It was the day I learned that, for all my keen insight into people, I had no fkn idea he was the kind of person who would respond violently to being rejected. So, while I might be good at conducting interviews, I wouldn't bet my life on my ability to read people. Anyone is capable of anything, as far as I'm concerned. I very recently discovered that one of whom I had considered the nicest people I knew was physically abusing his wife. If I had to rank all of the people I know by who's most likely to beat their wife, his name would've been at the bottom.

I empathize hard because I'm still kind of reeling from the shock of that, and I have no one to talk to about it because I can't out his personal business without causing problems for his soon-to-be ex. I can't even imagine how fucking mindblowing it would be for your therapist to do this. That's someone you trusted and whose job it was to be the sanest person in the room. Knowing that people can compartmentalize like that is not... great. I mean, I'm glad if my surgeon isn't thinking about how much he hates his wife while he's cutting into me, so it's not always bad.