I used to think there were only two settings in life: trust everyone, or trust no one. Naïveté or paranoia. Open door or locked bunker.
Nobody ever told me there was a third option: a calm, adult, inconvenient little word called discernment.
I didn’t even know how to pronounce naïveté until recently. It’s that soft belief that if your intentions are good, the world will handle you gently. That if you explain yourself clearly enough, people will understand. That truth, delivered politely, will be received politely.
Paranoia is the opposite fairy tale: that every room is a trap, every compliment a strategy, every misunderstanding a coordinated attack.
Both are stories. Both keep you busy. Neither are honest.
Discernment is what happens when you get tired of being wrong in both directions.
Some People Are Committed to Misunderstanding You
That sentence rearranged my entire nervous system. Not everyone who misreads you is confused. Some are invested. Invested in a version of you that doesn’t grow.
Discernment is learning the difference between:
• someone who doesn’t understand yet
and
• someone who needs not to understand.
One deserves patience. The other deserves distance.
I Didn’t Write to Hurt Anyone
This matters to me. Maison 129 was never a revenge project. I didn’t wake up one day and think, let me expose the villagers. I wrote because I was trying to understand my own life.
I didn’t strike those children. I didn’t laugh at the bleeding woman. I didn’t build the system that pays women less and calls it merit. I just described what I saw.
If someone reads my work and feels accused, that is a conversation between them and the mirror. I didn’t place their face in the glass.. they walked up to it themselves.
The truth isn’t cruel, it’s just not obligated to be comforting.”
The Nervous System Has a Dial
Naïveté feels like floating: bright, open, dangerously weightless.
Paranoia feels like alarms: fast heartbeat, rehearsed speeches, imaginary courtrooms.
Discernment feels.. steady.
It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t need to prove anything. It simply notices.
Discernment says:
I will listen,
I will observe,
and then I will decide.”
No panic. No fantasy. Only data and dignity.
On Being Misread
There are people who will swear you changed when really you just stopped performing a version of yourself that made them comfortable. And there are people who will copy the very thing they mocked you for. Proof that envy is just admiration in a bad mood.
None of that is your assignment. Your assignment is to stay awake without becoming bitter. To stay open without becoming porous. To tell the truth without turning it into a weapon. That is the middle path.
Why I Write Anyway
I don’t write to shame anyone. I write to understand. To leave small lights on the path behind me for the version of myself who used to believe every tone, every promise, every smile. For the girl who bounced between trusting wolves and fearing shepherds. I write because naming something steals its power to confuse you.
And if someone, somewhere, maybe in Australia, maybe down the street, reads a paragraph and feels seen instead of crazy, then the whole project has already done its job.
Return anytime.
Discernment is a skill you earn by surviving your own extremes.
I’ve been naïve enough to hand wolves my schedule and paranoid enough to interrogate compliments like a border agent. This piece is the ceasefire.
If you recognize yourself in any of it, congratulations: you’re not dramatic, you’re just awake in a world that prefers anesthesia.
~ Karny