Aren't we all, really?

Mood: One Eyed

I've been reading about mythology. That's why I'm a cyclops.

It's strange, but no one who isn't directly involved with my life has no idea in the world what my life has been like since we've caught up last.
Some of you have never had the privledge of knowing anything.
Sorry to you.
Foe example, with Toni. She has no idea what my life has been like since before I left for Mexico at the beginning of June. Every catastrophe imaginable could have happened to me.
My life could be a steaming cesspool of poo.
I could have been kidnapped in Mexico ("as so many American travelers are"), and held in exchange for ransom money from my "rich American family."
James and I could have broken up and I could now be dating a rich Kuwaiti.
I could have won the Publisher's Clearinghouse grand prize (finally).
I could be a born again virgin, born again Christian.
I could have been institutionalized.
She doesn't know.

I guess what I'm thinking is so interesting, is that people only exist for us at those times when our paths intersect or run together.
It's like they're motion sensored friends, that only operate when you're around to interact with them. Like fauets. Or toilets.
Toni maybe a program.
She may be nothing at all.
Just as, to Toni, I may be.
Do you know what I'm saying here people? I feel like I'm not communicating clearly.

That said, I will not be disclosing the info of my life here or now.
I'll tell you all about it next time we get together.