Mercnbeth
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There was no way I was "known" or wanted to be "known" early in life. There is protection in being unknown. It can be to protect others, the masks worn by Doctors to keep a sterile field. Or the "mask" can have a purpose similar to the reason a thief wears one. Either way, the "protection" serves the same purpose; to hide a face that you fear to show regardless if the reason is sinister or altruistic. It's also a cheat. Being unknown, or keeping even one small part of you hidden, means you've never loved. Never trusting someone enough to be completely "naked" makes it impossible to love. Whatever is held back prevents the ability to love no matter how irrelevant it may seem. Life supports the belief that it is a good idea to keep a part unknown. Most people confirm cynicism. When it comes right down to it, most people don't disappoint you, they live up to your negative expectations and justify keeping a part of you hidden. The part held back keeps you from being hurt, keeps you able to say; "I knew it!" Allows you to be angry, as opposed to devastated, when the relationship fails. Anger at yourself or anger at another, it doesn't matter. It builds a callous, creating a calloused individual. It's a lot easier to "get over" being angry than it is getting over being devastated. Another good reason to keep a good chunk of you unknown. You can rationalize "happiness" and "contentment" being alone and hidden. I know I was extremely happy alone and hidden, at least it is what I believed. I never trusted and for good reason - nobody proved that trust was warranted. At the point when a casual relationship moved onto something more, they all lived up to my expectations. I didn't even need to "test" or challenge. Time and familiarity provided the "test", actions or lack of actions contradictory to their own words moved the 'theory' to 'dogma'. It was easy, fun, and adventurous. Holding to the dogma of distrust prevented more callouses, and proved time for embellishing a mask or collecting new ones. The thespian, the gambler, the singer/pianist, the businessman, the motorcyclist, the traveler, the entrepreneur, the golfer, the whatever; all part of the whole person, but never showing the whole. What is the true color of a chameleon? I really believe that I would have enjoyed going to my grave never being "known", and never being "naked". However now I can't put myself back into that mindset. It would be as if I was trying to remember what it was like being a virgin. Why the conversion? I met someone who being "naked" was a natural state. No expectation, no pretense, no 'agenda'. All the traits I had, and was, in diametric opposition. It was ironic that, at first, I believed that having no agenda was her agenda; because of course, my 'dogma' could not be wrong. Then, I put in the 'test' of time; believing eventually she would get tired and put on some clothes. But enough time passes and it wears on you, she was the pumice stone on my callouses. Eventually, without my intention, they were gone. I was known to her. I had her trust and had no choice but to trust. I could never find contradiction in her words, or betrayal in her actions. she didn't care if I had anything hidden, never demanded disclosure or insisted upon the 'real' story. she was naked and enjoyed anyone else regardless of what they wore. her 'weapon' was having no weapon, no agenda, no 'clothes'. she looked so happy, it would have been stupid not to try to emulate her. So I did, whatever she didn't already 'know' I disclosed even searching to be sure no part remained hidden. I can't tell you how much I hate her for that! Never having the experience, I would have argued long and hard on the side of being unknown. It makes more sense, its the ultimate in self accountability. Having been a convert to emotional and mental 'nakedness' I am now an advocate at the level of an ex 'two pack a day' smoker. You risk finding out why; "it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all." You risk defining loneliness by seconds. You'll experience honest fear for the first time at the thought of some outside influence, beyond your control, destroying you. If you are like me, you'll have something in your life 'out of your control' for the first time. "Being known" - I don't recommend it, but having made the transition I would never want to ever return to what I was before being known by beth. So, she knows me. What do I 'know'? I know love. I know joy. I know happiness. I know faith. I know trust. I know contentment. My prior knowledge and definition of those things were superficial, rationalized versions of terms with no personal meaning and debating the issue would make compelling arguments against any other meaning. Just like now, I know there is a 'one'; while agreeing with all the 'logical' reasons why there isn't. I'm "out of the closet" known.
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