Who are you?

I like to get to know people. I like to meet new people, or catch up with old friends - and see the person they are and have become. I like to know why people do the things they do. I am intrigued.

Maybe it's curious nature? Maybe I am just nosy? Who knows?

If meet someone for the first time, and I find them interesting enough to hold my attention - I could listen to them talk about themselves for hours.

This is probably why I'm not a fan of people who do a lot of drugs. I pay so much attention that when they rapidly change their minds - I get annoyed.

But, I digress about that.

It is refreshing when you have someone new that you don't really know. They know nothing about you. They don't know your history. Your stupid moments. Your failures. Your triumphs.

All they know is what you look like, and your name.

Amazing.

Clean slate.

You can be whoever you want to be in that moment. They can see only what you show them.

I always choose to be just me. It may be boring. But, if I really want this person in my life, they are going to know who I am eventually anyway. And I know how disappointing it is when someone tries to someone they are not.

Someone pretending to be someone else, what a waste of perfectly good friendship time. Tsk, tsk.

But, all in all, it's just great to show someone new the person you are. Your life, your loves, your passions, your interests.

They have no idea.

As I sat here typing this on my lunch break - Janet came over and without a word laid two hot french fries on my desk.

Hmmmm...

And ya know, sometimes it's nice when someone already knows the person you are, and likes you just the same.