Someone asked me how I was doing today, and I fought the urge to say miserable, confused, and on the verge of giving up. So I went with tanned. The girl was taken aback (she literally took a step back) and I had to explain how I was on vacation for the last ten days and was out in the sun too long. Then we made a little small talk, and went out ways.
Sure, I could just have said I’m fine, but that would be a barefaced lie.
A fellow anonymous blogger revealed her true identity a few days ago, and that has me feeling ecstatic and jealous at the same time. I’m constantly stalking her Facebook profile, scrolling up and down, up and down, almost as though doing that will answer the question I’ve been asking the Universe for a long time. Sure I feel like I’m Batman with the secret identity and all, but can I please slip off that mask now? It’s heavy and let’s face it, being Batman kinda sucks.
In response, the Universe lets out a lethargic yawn and looks the other way. You know the answer to that question.
But I don’t! I only have more questions.
Whose identity am I really protecting? Whose burden is it anyway? Why am I lugging all the weight around?