Who I Am

Me not saying hello to someone in the street is not me being rude. It is me not believing that they know who I am. It is me not imagining that they will wish me to speak.

Today, someone unexpected knew details of my life – common knowledge details – and it threw me.

People did not use to know me. Did not speak. Did not wave. Did not gravitate toward.

So, now what do I do?


“You want me to speak? You want to hear my voice? Then listen to me. I’m a subtle person, I ain’t about to start shouting just so my voice rises above yours. You want to hear what I want to say, you gotta shut up for a second and listen to me.”