making sense

I remember over one of the meals I had with chew in March, she looked me in the eyes and  said to me very sternly, "You can know a person for a very, very long time but you may not always know what he is thinking, no matter how well and long you know him." Actually I think most of us know that, but perhaps do not really acknowledge it. I have been trying to make sense of things. Of the relationships between different people. But making SENSE is so much of an overestimation. L used to say I am good with people. Honestly, I am finding this harder by the days. My intention has never been to upset but only to make things better, yet it seems to be getting nowhere. I ever wondered if people meant it when they said they did not care. Because whenever I say that, most of the time I do. In fact I always do. It is the weekend. But it does not seem like it is going to be a good one. Not for me. But for my loved ones. I am not unhappy. I haven't been for a while. But my heart goes out to those who are and I hope everyone will stay strong.