I had a thought lately when I was walking around in the city with someone I got to know not so long ago whom I think we could became good friends with.
It was a rather melancolic feeling about how he will never know me, he would only know his perception of the version of myself when I’m around him.
And this is sad in a way because this means that noone really knows me. But at the same time thinking about all my versions created by the presence and perception of all the people who are close to me makes me feel joyful. I think it’s fascinating, without them these versions which are very much part of me wouldn’t exist at all.