Secrecy

I don't understand this.

Maybe for lack of guile, but all my life, I have never withheld information about myself should I be asked a straight and simple question. I am a boring subject for rumor-mongers because there is no dark secret in my life.

I never made up any story about some event in my life. I never hid anything. Why should I? It's not as if it will make a difference in anyone's life. It's not as if I am a moving force in the universe. It's not as if I matter.

Once upon a time, I found out that a friend made up a story about how my daughter came about. I think she did it in order to "soften" my image. She said the father of my daughter abandoned me when I was pregnant which is far from the truth. Even my daughter knows the real story. I felt betrayed because she made me seem like a victim in order for her friends to accept me. I guess she had no confidence in her other friends.

Anyway, AOL is a mystery. Mysteries intrigue me and once I am intrigued, I froth in the mouth to try to find out. I snoop. I ask. I ask someone to ask. I investigate. Everybody is separated by a mere 6 degrees or less. With minimum effort, a friend of a friend of a friend is usually all it takes in fact-finding.

I have been lied to. So what now?

I dunno...