People think they don't know me when, actually, I'm rather an open book. No, I'm not. Well, I am, but it's complicated. Like most of us, there are (at least) two of me. On the one hand, what you know of me is only what I choose to show you. On the other hand, what you see is what you get. That's not true. Well, it is, it just depends on the nature of our relationship...Recently, a friend wrote that she always thought of me as someone who doesn't give a crap about what people think of me. Nothing could be further from the truth, but I tend to shove that vulnerability so far away from me, I guess that's how I must appear.
I'm an artist. Have you ever known an artist who wasn't riddled with complication? I'm also a Libra and I want everyone to like me. Until I'm hurt and no longer care. Then you never existed in the first place, except in the privacy of my mind, where I continue to love and nurture you, and wonder what I did to deserve the scars.
See? Complicated.
You'd think that at my age I'd be over this kind of self-identification and angst. Maybe I'm just making up for the past sixteen years during which I was in a sensual and emotional coma.
