Realised that when people share stories about themselves, they're actually giving part of themselves away.
Such stories ought to be treasured, ought to be treated with respect and reverence.
Yet, regretfully, they aren't treated so.
The general self-absorption of the society - people who are more interested in their own voices and own opinions, people who listen only to judge - blinds one to the precious nature of such stories.
It doesn't help that people give away their stories so flippantly that these stories no longer carry much value.
Pity. It seems sacrilegious when such stories are no longer sacrosanct.
Note to self: treat shared tidbits with a thanksgiving prayer.