Rebecca and me

I was reading Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca. I had read it once long time back but somehow this time around, I could identify myself with the heroine. No, I don't have some kind of complex where I put myself in the heroine's shoes everytime I read a book. But this one clearly portrayed my anxieties, worries, angst et al. I could empathise with her because her uncertainity about her position, her looks, herself in general struck a chord in me. Aren't we all like that? We tend to be a little hesitant, a little frightened about somebody who knows something more than us, a situation where we are made to feel inferior, a new place, new people (some of them really unkind)? Something happened today which made me think back to the days I had arrived here. I, leading a sheltered life back home, came face to face with some harsh realities of life. But all that is over and done with and I have learned to maneuver through them. I sincerely wish and pray, nobody else faces the kind of fear, uncertainity, low self-esteem that I went through. THAT is the reason why I care what people do and think. I try MY maximum to skirt people away from issues which I feel were uncomfortable to me. I don't think it is a bad trait. All suggestions to do the contrary are taken under advisement and will be enacted at the appropriate moment when specifically stated that the person in concern does not need an "eeyore" to worry about them. We all see what we want in a person without knowing the real face behind it. Just like when testing a hypothesis, all our assumptions need not be true, but, what one has assumed might be true at all accounts also. Why not gamble on the latter and lay all our eggs in that basket....