Sunday, March 20, 2016
There are people who mistakenly believe they know me. They turn me around in their hands, searching my bruises, my shortcomings, my failures, pointing to them with an alarming and disturbing satisfaction. This is a useless exercise because I cannot be known unless I allow it. I've spent nearly all my life expertly protecting myself from such mishandled taking of my inventory, along with any number of other threats, not the least of which have been physical in addition to emotional. I can save these people time, tell them one simple truth about me, and it is this: You will not know me. Not today, not tomorrow, not decades from now. That is a revelation I alone control implicitly and for all time.