217/365 The Nudists
When a friend mentions her parents are nudists, the camp kind, it reminds me how it’s impossible to think you know anyone, really, when only a sliver a life is presented in the moment, and how interesting that is, and how, usually, it’s OK.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:06 AM
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The even broader question, for me, is whether we can ever really know another person, no matter how much information we have. It's those darned secret places that reveal who we truly are, and those are the very places we never show anyone.
Hmmm. Who are you, anyway? And who am I?
I'll be pondering this one DEEPLY... even the nudist have secret places... hmmm, it will keep me busy will you are off to ? ? ? Graceland perhaps?
Which is why, I think, it is so hard to know someone for a very long time, like from childhood. Like siblings or cousins. Everyone THINKS they know you in that case. But they are wrong. I think I know who I need to write about next...
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