It is not uncommon in various types of conversations for me to utter the words ‘you never really know anyone’, it normally goes unnoticed or is likely viewed as a loaded statement leaving it ignored. I said those words to some random guy whilst conversing outside the Holly McNarland concert a while back and the jist of his response in his wasted state was basically that I was full of shit. He is entitled to his opinion and being unused to being challenged on those words that do make a particularly strong statement, I was left fairly tongue tied and unable to elaborate realizing that I never mean it in a positive way and explaining would have been an instant downer. Significance = Believe it or not, I shut it.
I am not going to say that nothing shocks me. That would be a blatant lie. But in February 2003 when I lost a close friend to suicide parts of my life changed forever and with no note and with his closest friends unaware that he even suffered from depression and having known him in one of the more open and intimate friendships I have allowed into my life I decided to accept that I didn’t really know anyone and that I never would. Some people keep their secrets secret, and those who don’t I no longer believe are telling all and that is their right.
So the ridiculous things surprise me less.
