we often think we like certain people for who they are, for their nature, their qualities and characteristics. without really thinking about it. but often we give ourselves and them too much credit, us - for thinking we knew them before we liked them; and them - by crediting to them characteristics that we admire. we create stories out of the people we think we like, we shape them in our minds into what we want them to be. we probably do that to ourselves too. in order to like ourselves or to justify doing that.

but some day those layers will peel.

will we then trash them because they failed while being oblivious of what they were being measured up against? or will we discover them for what they are and humbly concede our own dishonesty? will we ever find out?

are we really intelligent beings, who can reason our likes and dislikes, or are we simply better off for being animalistic and failing to explain.