I thought I knew, maybe I don’t. I don’t even know who I would like to be. Yet surely I must be someone. I have a facade I show to people. The loser and my gal were the only people in the entire world to know such many faces of me. Last night someone else saw, maybe? perhaps he just has a good perception on people. After all he did lend me the book on how to read body language.
People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates. ~Thomas Szasz, “Personal Conduct,” The Second Sin, 1973
He made me cry. He said I don’t know who I am. I don’t really remember what happened to bring that conversation on. I fell asleep in his arms crying, he told me this morning. I do remember he told me he wants more of me. Perhaps unveil the real me, and be part of my life. I’m not ready for such an evolvment. I plan to be single for the next 4 years. I hurt his feelings. So I finally kissed him.
