On my way home from work today I spotted this bumper sticker on a van in front of me and it got me to thinking about the people in my life who really know all there is to know about me and who I am. Sadly, sometimes I think my cats probably come closest to that, and I don’t even tell them everything.
There are family members who know a lot but they aren’t in my life every day and I often leave out the details of some things that are extreme when I do share things with them because why make them worry?
There are coworkers who know the “PC” parts of my life that I choose to share with them because I have a story to relate to the conversation, but I can’t tell them everything because hey, they are coworkers and no one wants to be office gossip, right?
There are friends in my life, but the majority of those are only Facebook friends who “like” everything I post anyway, and everything I post there are reposts of things they posted, or funny sayings like the one on the bumper sticker above or about how much I can’t wait till Friday to get here and Monday sucks and so on, and those Friends on Facebook posts the same kind of posts and then share my posts as their posts, so by the time it’s all posted liked and done, who cares, right?
There are a few friends in my life, who I never talk to anymore because we’ve moved away and they either aren’t on Facebook or they are but we never talk or visit or write, so since they aren’t available or we don’t hang out like we used to, we never talk, but I can count on them to “like” this if I post it on Facebook but that doesn’t really count because they really only know me from the way back when and they don’t know me like they used to know me anymore, so they don’t count, do they?
So here I am surrounded by all these people who think they know me, and when it comes down to it they really don’t know me at all, do they?
And then there’s my cats. And cats know everything.