People all look nice in public.
They dress so well.
They post or share their best images on social media.
But who they really are, behind closed door?
I think I will go first. Looking at me, people think I’m a gentle and good girl. But I’m not.
I rarely do housework. I often go home late, so my sister does everything. She cooks dinner. I eat, and put the dishes in the sink. For her to wash the next day. How irresponsible!
My room is such a mess. I have a huge bookshelf that is about to crash one day. I have piles of paper on my working desk, and I don’t even move my fingers to tidy them up. Worst of all, I often leave home without doing my bed. Nasty, huh?
I’m very lazy. And messy. That’s me. Behind closed doors.
I know a guy at work. Technically, he’s my boss. If you go thorough his facebook, you’ll be impressed. He travels a lot to fancy places. He meets important people from time to time. He sometimes shares smiling pictures of him, seemingly loved by friends and respected by colleagues.
I only know him behind closed doors of my office. He’s a jack-ass. Everybody hates him.
If I want to be a better human-being, everything starts with me – behind closed doors. Things don’t need to be huge, like learning a new language or going to the gym.
Just do my dishes and my bed.