My hairdresser, someone who has known me for years but is not a close, personal friend, described me to myself. It was an eye opener. But it got me thinking about how she developed that opinion and the many sides of myself I let people see.
For instance, there is the professional me, the social me, the me my family knows (and loves!) and the me that I know. All different. People really DO know the me that I allow them to see, but nobody ever sees the real, full on, entire package, not since college anyway. And now that girl is a shadow of the handful I've become. The average person probably couldn't wrap their head around that - or me.
You see, I'm a bit unusual. I know this as fact because people tell me. Why would they tell me, you wonder? I don't know either! But they do. They feel compelled to seek me out to tell me in any setting and at any time. Some are strangers and some are closer. So weird! But when they tell me, people always say it with a smile, so I'm assuming it's meant in a good way, but I can tell they know there is more to me than meets the eye.
Anyway, the other event that got me thinking about this is a comment from someone else - since I don't feel comfortable with sharing all of me with my friends - I just need new friends. Ouch.
I do keep things hidden away. I'm not the only person in the world who does - and I shouldn't be penalized for that. Sometimes people just don’t need to know every single thing about me. Truthfully, does anyone need to know every minute detail of everyone they know? That would be exhausting.
One aspect of natalie that many people can relate to is that it is so much easier to share your secret identity (aka yourself) with strangers than with people close to you. Again, I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. I know this because the strangers I talk to are happy I'm a stranger too.