I've decided to steer clear of telling. At least for now. Especially given the fictional nature of this endeavor. What good would the truth do? It might just complicate my end goal. In real life, I talk freely about my story. About us. But here I've kept it under wraps because I don't want to shock or make anyone distressed. I never lied though. At best I am vague. I feel deceitful at times. But I can't just drop it on someone. It's not that I should be honest with everyone, the white lies I tell strangers I don't mind. But there are those I see time and again, share jokes and personal dilemmas, and even they don't know. They see my cheery side. And I kick myself for being a fraud. I can see, though, that my secrecy does me no favors. It probably makes worse my sense of being outlandish. It confirms to me that it might be abhorrent, my story, or that few can relate to it.
