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You never know what lies below the surface, be it the watery depths of the sea/lake/pond/river or the outward facade of a person’s character.
Still waters run deep, and they say beware the quiet one.
He/she may look calm and composed, but we can probably guess what their true feelings are as they smile resignedly at the idiot making a drunken pass when trying to impress. I suppose we all wear a mask at some time or another.
I know I did, and few people knew the real me, the one constantly shielding herself with an invisible brick wall.
With Hubby, it wasn’t a question of him knocking that wall down, but trusting him to let him close enough to try.
My Gravatar describes me as an onion, always another layer underneath, though I hasten to add I hope they don’t always make you cry!
This was not my analogy though, but one of a dear departed friend who was also a Taurean Monkey but 3 ‘cycles’ older, thus making him my senior by 36 years.
He was actually a shopkeeper, one I knew as a child, whose daughters I went to school with (though not friends or in my class) who later was a regular customer when I worked in the High Street Bank. When I moved away he became a personal friend and we corresponded for several years until his death in 1986.
I think a lot, and about a lot of things. Too much probably, with imagined scenarios and conversations, some of which used to keep me awake at night.
I learned a long time ago to cover my feelings if anyone hurt me by a random or even intended comment. I got the jokes in first, laughing at myself as it was the only way I could ward off humiliation and depression, yet the latter still got the better of me.
Hubby and I remember the day we flushed my medications to the murky depths below, having weaned myself off them gradually over the course of a year. There were so many and in different colours, we stained the porcelain so resorted to a ‘loo bloo’ to disguise the fact. It was a good and positive day.