We live guarded because we fear someone will use our weakness against us.
They will, though. It’s so annoying how self-helpy authors think that’s fine. Being weak just gets you used and abused. I learned that lesson long ago. By all means, make a few deep inner sanctum friends and, when life bitch-slaps you, have a cry with someone you trust with your life. But beyond that, it’s honestly better to keep a stiff upper lip with the other 99% of your acquaintance.
