Sometimes, the hardest thing about being close to someone is being included in the things that make them happiest. For some reason unknown to me, it seems that we hide the things we love most from the people that we love most. You would think that if I were totally into something, I would want to share it with everyone near me, but I don't.
Instead, I get into a zone and allow myself and only myself to enter it while the people closest to me stand only mere inches outside of this sphere that I live in. Why wouldn't I want them there? A million reasons revolving around my own insecurities and desires for acceptance arise as an answer (one could suppose.... or merely a pitiful excuse - nothing conclusive could be said and it is probably some combination of the two). It is as if while saying that I want to have friends, I don't want people to know who I am completely. I guess I can understand a need for some mystery or some privacy, but on the surface level of my interests? I mean honestly, why wouldn't I want someone to know about how much I love coding, digital art, forum hopping, blogging, writing, studying foreign languages, martial arts....
Why would I want to keep myself away from opening up worlds of knowledge, possibility, and even opportunity from someone else? Why would I want to be so selfish? A million whys come up and my answer is silence.
Include people in your life. You're robbing two people when you don't.
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