05-17-2016, 11:01 AM
My experience is like yours Mohammed, albeit maybe less exotic. My entire formative years were spent not caring about public perception because 1) we were always getting ready to leave, and 2) my parents behavior almost always guaranteed social ostracism for us within a few months anyway. Even as an adult I never had to worry about awkward truths or hidden knowledge or the dreaded ex-relationship, because I generally left town and never saw people again.
But now I've been here in this place, raising my son, for 23 years. It's forever it feels like. I am starting to see people I "used to know," and becoming entirely too familiar with other people's secrets and weaknesses. I have at least three ex's in the same town and occasionally see them around.
I don't like it. No sir, not one bit. I don't like people knowing me too well, and I Don't like knowing them too well either. Because if you stare long enough you see where the deceptions are and the lies in their character, and I struggle with tolerating liars.
I think it's time to move...
But now I've been here in this place, raising my son, for 23 years. It's forever it feels like. I am starting to see people I "used to know," and becoming entirely too familiar with other people's secrets and weaknesses. I have at least three ex's in the same town and occasionally see them around.
I don't like it. No sir, not one bit. I don't like people knowing me too well, and I Don't like knowing them too well either. Because if you stare long enough you see where the deceptions are and the lies in their character, and I struggle with tolerating liars.
I think it's time to move...
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.