Who do you remind me of?


“I like you. I don’t know why. There is something about you.” Those were her words.

I look down at her shoes. Her shoes remind me of those ruby slippers of Wizard of Oz fame. Although, these slippers were green and made the woman even more interesting.

Fascinating, really.

She liked me enough to sympathize for me. I was in another mind at the time. I was a little more open about myself. I had more self confidence.

It’s magic

To me, this mood has the power of attraction. The way I say my words. The way I compliment. Its all about them and less about me.

I just might put my spell on you. I may put myself into your head. The words I say are not rehearsed. They are very honest.

You may call it the voodoo mood.

It’s more of a personality. A man of mystery.

Once the mystery starts unraveling my true self is revealed. It’s who I am. I am not as interesting as I had seemed.

The same can be said of you.

Once I know about you. I realize what made me interested in you. Besides the fact that you paid attention to me. You reveal who you are. You reveal your intentions.

That is the moment you remind me of someone. 

I may be associating you with an image I have of someone else I know. Perhaps it makes me think I have known you longer than I actually have.

I just might start acting like myself. There is only so long that I can keep it hidden. I have so many personalities. They are essential. They help protect myself from harm. The criticism. You might not actually like who I am.

The true mastery is knowing when to use those personalities. When to put on an act. At work. Social gatherings.

To try to put on an act around someone you live with. Someone you love is an impossible task.

You ever pull the curtains shut when you are home alone.

Put on your favorite music and dance.  Act crazy. Just be yourself. It’s fun. It’s relaxing.

Why do we hide who we are?

Are we afraid?  Afraid of pushing someone away. Offending them for being who we really are.

You may start to to remind me of someone I know.

I don’t know them anymore.

About Bacon Pro

I am a writer, musician, poet, photographer, communications specialist, Psy Warrior, computer guru, ad representative, painter, mechanic, collector, and a father. I'm also Autistic I will be a communicator of Autism
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5 Responses to Who do you remind me of?

  1. cheriewhite says:

    Being someone else is too much work a d constraining. Being our authentic selves is freedom. Sadly, most don’t realize it until they get older.

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  2. Geri Lawhon says:

    Such a wonderful post. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    Like

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