I was recently entangled in a long-distance relationship. The man I was involved with says he “knew me” for several years. I will admit that we worked together – but even that was at a distance. I was in Colorado while he was in California. Several years have passed since we have worked together – and most of that time we kept in touch via facebook. I don’t know about anyone else, but I rarely put on facebook that I have issues or post my most intimate thoughts. I sort of put on there the cool stuff I’m doing and check in when I go somewhere.
While I’d really like to be what he thought I was (based on my social media presence), I am not. I have issues. I have troubles. I am complicated. My life is sort of complicated. I have teenage kids. I am busy. I am thousands of miles away. I have found things to fill my time in the five years since my divorce. I like doing them. I am social – but I am sort of a loner. I don’t mind the quiet and being home by myself (or doing things by myself). When I’m a parent (I call myself a part-time parent since I share custody with my ex), I pour all my energy and attention into my kids. I can not be on the phone for hours at a time.
I’m not sure what kind of Work Of Fiction he believed me to be. But, I would like to take the time to work my own piece of fiction. That leads me to a giant question. Who will I be remembered to be? When I am gone, what will people say about me? Will it be true? Will it be based on some sort of idea or truth? Do I even know my own truth to project what I am?