A Private Matter

I am, at the very least, an open book. Often times I am more then that. Often times I am more like a billboard, large and obnoxious about my life, advertising what is going on. I have no scruples about what I share or even who with for the most part. If I call you friend, then I feel you are entitled to know who I am in total.

This is all well and good, for me, but it can create problems for others at times. More often then not, I fear, most people don’t want to know me in the whole. There are things better left to the imagination I guess. What is more, I often forget or do not even realize that others are more private and reserved then I am. It can create tension when I forget that some things are best left unmentioned.

Yet another problem is that, most likely, my future spouse, who ever she may be, will not be as open as I am. She may not enjoy the freedom that is complete and brutal honesty like I do. Nor am I saying that she should, or that anybody, for that matter, should be as blatant as I am. I have never been one for reservations, but I need to respect others need for them.

It is not something that I completely understand, privacy, but something I need to look into a bit more. I do not know why I was born without the need for it, but it is clear that others were and I need to try to understand and respect that.

For even God has hidden certain things from us. Not in some grand scheme, but because we are just not capable to handle them yet.