Judging a book by its cover.

Nobody wants to see the bad in people, atleast I know I don't. I never wanted to blame you for things that somebody else did, to immediately lump you into a catergory of people and places that had burned me in the past, but going into things with an open mind is so hard to do. But in some weird way by not doing that I put you into a different catergory entirely. In a way I put you on a pedestal. You were an untouchable and nothing anybody could say or do could convince me of your faults. I just didn't want to hear it because I felt like if I did let the thought creep into my head it would come out my mouth. And by verbalizing my fears, it gives them life and makes them real. Looking back I think this was my biggest mistake, I set my self up. I didn't protect myself.