…to know me might end here.
There isn’t much about me, if you were thinking of knowing me better. Just a little here and there, which I try to put through in some of my posts. But if you insist in knowing me then let me tell you not everything about me is as beautiful as you imagine.
First being, I like to be rude. I could be rude with you too. Why do you think I need help? You like my writing, you like my love for rain, you like the way I reply to your questions in questions and still you think I am problematic? A problem woman! Don’t I look like an interesting woman to you? An interesting woman?
See, I told you. I could be rude with you. I could still be. How can you help me anyway? I was born like this. I was born in two different worlds. One where I live alone and the other where you live & others. You can help me? You think so? But you know what I thought? I thought you were one like me. Living in two worlds. I thought we could understand each other. But you are not. You want to know me better to help me.
You there? Gone? I was just scaring you. It was an example.
The second being, I could be irritating too. After the rude part, I could be a little puppy licking your face all over. I might irritate you with my endless sorries, sloppy kisses and uncomfortably tight hugs. You might want to push me away, but I will stick to you. Literally! Like glue.
To be never continued….