Isolation

A fortress with high, impregnable walls. There's no other way to describe it. Whenever I'm in the office I become a cold and detached person. Yet when I'm at home or outside elsewhere, I'm open and gregarious.

The wounds had run deep. And I can say I'm healed now. Yet the scars remain. Damn that betrayal. I could say I've forgiven and all is past. But the flesh will always remember the flame that seared it and will thus shy away from it often. To get close in the office is to get hurt. Meh. Talk about paranoia.

Getting thru this phase will take more time. Or maybe it never will. But still, I could exert a little more effort. Friends in the office is what makes work fun, after all. Yet a voice in the back of my head tells me we are colleagues first and then friends second. But as long as everyone does their jobs right and proper, then no need to worry too much I reckon.