Getting Over Being Nobody

“Above all else, I value my anonymity.” I don’t know how many times I said this out loud. Usually after trying to impress someone, something I was loath to do. But when you are conversing in Public, to a friend in a different walk of Life, you sometimes reveal what is on your mind. And I felt invisible when looked at by strangers.

“You don’t know me. You have seen a small part of what makes me, but you haven’t lived my Life. I try to know myself and I give up some times. Don’t be frustrated. Be my friend for the time we have right now. If this upsets you, let’s talk of something else.” I held a hand out, put it on his arm lightly, half expecting him to draw away. The look of surprise suddenly clouded with a dip of disappointment in his black eyebrows, but no wrinkles on that Persian forehead, no perspiration on his shaved head. Omar smiled at me and relaxed.

Dodged another bullet, slipped another noose, I weaseled out of any commitment that put me in view.