Even if you know me well

Even if you know me well, you don’t know this.

Even I don’t know all this, and, well, I’m not going to force myself to write it down, am I?

Because that’s the essence of something one doesn’t know, one can’t possibly write it down. And besides, what deep dark secrets would be worth telling you, if I don’t even want to look at them myself? I’m telling myself they’re trivial, unworthy of seeing the light of day, uninteresting (or perhaps interesting in their smallness), and really pointless sharing.

It’s interesting though that I’ve really read this statement (even if you know me well, you don’t know this) as an injunction, an exhortation even, to BARE my soul and I’m resisting, stamping my foot and steadfastly refusing to do so. No doubt this is revealing enough of itself.

What else is revealing is how much I want to write down the right answer, whatever that is. Something that satisfies… who? There is no test, no invigilator, no grand prize giver in the sky who will judge, and yet, and yet. So, as it happens, I suppose I have revealed enough here, you now know how childish I can be. Side one of the coin.

Side two: the drive to BE RIGHT. At all costs. Even if there is no right. (Inside I’m quailing at the thought that there is no right answer: but there must be!)

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This post written as part of the Writers bootcamp (@writersbootcmp). Because I feel like I didn’t get enough blogging done this #blogjune. (How is that even possible, you ask?)

Commit to write and post in 60 minutes every day during July 2014. Topics for the next day is posted at 6pm SouthAfrican time. RETWEET — Writers bootcamp (@Writersbootcmp) June 27, 2014

6pm South African time is midnight Perth time, which means I will have a writing challenge ready when I wake up every day of July. I’ll try and keep the following tips in mind:

Today’s challenge was: “Even if you know me well, you don’t know this”.