You think you know me....

I am a very private person. Though many in my life might question this, I think that if they paused for a moment of brief introspection, they would understand that this is truly the case. I will turn to friends regarding problems, but generally when I turn to these friends they only get half the story. There will be exclusions to the story. Not to influence their opinions, as I often want their honest opinions, but simply because I do not find certain little facts to be jejune to the situation. These same people would also come to realize that they do not know the basics about me. The likes and dislikes, stories of the past, the general every day trivial things that people discuss, I do not. That is private stuff, and not something that I feel I need to discuss. People will comment that they know me well, and I just smile. Not many know me, the private slippery me. So imagine my surprise when sitting across from a friend, a pitcher of margaritas slowly melting between the two of us. My friend looks at me and says “You can’t feel your nose can you?” I am stunned. How do they know my drunken tell? And do they really know me so well that just sitting across from me – watching my face, they suddenly understood that I was at that stage in the evening. It is always an odd scare feeling for me, to suddenly realize that someone knows more than I want them to. I start thinking about how I can get rid of them. Like a player in the cold war, I want to change identities, relocate, and vanish into the mist.