Actually, I'm not a cynic yet, but I'm petrified how easily everything can be ruined. Ideas are substituted, concepts are perverted, and principles are rejected. Who are these spiritsuckers merely vis-a-vis me? The deuce only knows anyway.
It's not terrifying to remain alone, no, but I'm seized by the fear that I appear to have only one thing to do: to judge. If only within my head. So, the next time when you see me laughing check that there is no the slightest sign of cruelty or cynical mockery in the line of my mouth.