*this is slightly jumbled - i wrote as it came to me. Hopefully it makes sense...if not ask and I'll try to clarify*
Does my telling you things about myself mean that you know me?
Does my telling you negative things about myself, things that I'm ashamed of....does that mean that you know me?
Could it be that I'm playing my cards close to my chest? That you really don't know me at all....you just know what I choose to show you? That I'm playing the hand that I've been dealt to my advantage, and I'm only showing little pieces here and there? Because of that, you assume that you know me, you know all about me......
..well, you're wrong.
Don't assume that you know me, because you don't. You see what I want you to see. There are very few people who really know me....my husband is one, but there are a couple of people online who are pretty damn close to seeing all the cards that I'm holding.
If I'm doing this, playing my hand like this......who else is doing it? If other people are doing it (which I truly believe they are)...does anybody really know anyone?
I kind of like the idea of not really knowing anyone. That makes friendships more interesting....because we're always discovering new things about each other. Some good, some bad....but new and different.
Like the song says " You gotta know when to held 'em, know when to fold 'em...know when to walk away, and know when to run..."
I think that life is like a game of cards. We're all dealt different hands, some good, some not so good. It's not about the cards that you're dealt so much, it's about how you play them. It's about what you show and when....and to whom.
I'm holding a bunch of stuff. I'm not folding, and I sure as heck aint walking away.