Note to Self : No Need to Open Up (Further)

It’s hardly a secret, my life, because I live it out in the open.  Anyone can come and observe it, analyze it, even scrutinize it, post public comments about it, whatever.  Not that I think anyone will ever do that, although I do entertain that thought, because what if it were to happen?

See, I think about public figures and their willingness to lay it all out for everyone to see.  Of course, that depends on the level of public figure and what he or she ever wanted to get out of it.  Some are desperate for the spotlight and continue their desperation once they’ve got it, some clamor for it and fight to hide from it once they have it, and others never want it and somehow land in it, forever wishing it never shone on them.  I am in the latter camp.  Not to say I am a public figure, but like I said, I am a figure, I am publicly available, and that is how I feel I WOULD act if I were to land in a pile of fame.

So here I am, now, laying myself out for everyone around me — my roommates, my doctors, everyone in between — and I’m getting it tossed back at me, getting turned around and beat down.

But I won’t back down, no, I really won’t.  I won’t change.  I won’t enjoy their fashions.  I won’t be a part of their system.  I will do what I do and cover myself when I need to.  You may wonder about my mask, why I choose to wear it when others may indeed know my true identity?  What is the point then?  Well, you may soon find out.  You may indeed.