The Bloody Doors Off

How freeing would that be?

To not hold secrets.

To live authentically.

I know.

It’s not feasible.

You don’t want the convenience store owner to know your 401K.

Always keep hidden your gambling addiction.

Never divulge you believe in psychic phenomena.

Or that garden gnomes make excellent security systems.

Am I sounding paranoid?

Or am I being authentic?

I don’t know what sparked this post.

Well, I do.

But I’m not sharing.

But yes, it veered off into strange territory very quickly.

Blame the wine.

And maybe something else.

My point.

I do have one.

Surprisingly.

Is.

I am in a good place at this moment.

Let’s not ruin the moment with logic.