Sometimes I think I've never truly allowed anyone to know me. But truthfully, there isn't much to know. I think the people who know me best are well-aware and lovingly keep their peace when I pretend to be darker, deeper, more complex than even I sometimes realize I really am. My husband knows all of my secrets, and he knows my personality and my history and manages to be respectful without letting either of us take me too seriously. He keeps my feet on the ground. Sometimes I hate that because I like to imagine I'm a tortured soul, wandering the earth, but he keeps me where I need to be - where I actually am.
Billy Joel said "do you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself?"
I don't think there is anyone who knows all of me, or rather, who acknowledges all of my parts. Many "know" me, but they see what they want to see and disregard the rest. Even those who profess to love me.
My friends know the real me and all other aspects that I present are facets of me but just as with any other person there are many.
Newer friends (say in the last 10 years) are aware about certain aspects of me that some find difficult to wrap their heads around...An angry, wild, drug addict but if I want to be loved for who I am...then I thought it only fair for them to have full disclosure.
I am as comfortable sitting down and chatting with a homeless person or others of societies “undesirables” as I am at a charity fundraiser or working out business transactions.
I’ve been a stripper and I’ve been in front of a thousand people in a business suit giving a presentation.....one of those was much easier. You don’t know me so you don’t know how honest I’m being (I am:-)
That is the funny thing about people who love you...they just love you and all those things that you were and those quirks that you have are...you.
Some people conceal themselves for fear of not being loved then live in fear of being “discovered” or become angry when no one understands them?
While there may be a 100 things about me that I probably should have kept to myself...it has probably cut out 100’s of people I don’t need in my life.
There is one thing my close friends are not as aware of at the moment (being thousands of miles away)...my really bad and growing “can’t” attitude...I’m sure I’ll get over it but it’s taking me longer than I’d like. :-}
All and all, I have taught and trained myself to be pretty open about myself. So what you see is who I am with very few exceptions.
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Comments
Believe says,
Many people know parts of the real me. Few know the whole. I'm also not sure that there is a real me.Steve__Anthony says,
I overheard two older, retired men talking yesterday. One said, "goes to show, there's no such thing as the truth."Steve__Anthony says,
Also Neil Sedaka once wrote, "why can't you see the other side of me."WHO ARE WE REALLY?
Wench says,
Sometimes I think I've never truly allowed anyone to know me. But truthfully, there isn't much to know. I think the people who know me best are well-aware and lovingly keep their peace when I pretend to be darker, deeper, more complex than even I sometimes realize I really am. My husband knows all of my secrets, and he knows my personality and my history and manages to be respectful without letting either of us take me too seriously. He keeps my feet on the ground. Sometimes I hate that because I like to imagine I'm a tortured soul, wandering the earth, but he keeps me where I need to be - where I actually am.accidentaltourist says,
Billy Joel said "do you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself?"I don't think there is anyone who knows all of me, or rather, who acknowledges all of my parts. Many "know" me, but they see what they want to see and disregard the rest. Even those who profess to love me.
ba_miracle says,
My friends know the real me and all other aspects that I present are facets of me but just as with any other person there are many.Newer friends (say in the last 10 years) are aware about certain aspects of me that some find difficult to wrap their heads around...An angry, wild, drug addict but if I want to be loved for who I am...then I thought it only fair for them to have full disclosure.
I am as comfortable sitting down and chatting with a homeless person or others of societies “undesirables” as I am at a charity fundraiser or working out business transactions.
I’ve been a stripper and I’ve been in front of a thousand people in a business suit giving a presentation.....one of those was much easier. You don’t know me so you don’t know how honest I’m being (I am:-)
That is the funny thing about people who love you...they just love you and all those things that you were and those quirks that you have are...you.
Some people conceal themselves for fear of not being loved then live in fear of being “discovered” or become angry when no one understands them?
While there may be a 100 things about me that I probably should have kept to myself...it has probably cut out 100’s of people I don’t need in my life.
There is one thing my close friends are not as aware of at the moment (being thousands of miles away)...my really bad and growing “can’t” attitude...I’m sure I’ll get over it but it’s taking me longer than I’d like. :-}
Steve__Anthony says,
All and all, I have taught and trained myself to be pretty open about myself. So what you see is who I am with very few exceptions.