Saturday, June 6, 2009

Do People Ever Really Know You?

The good news is that Garrett came through surgery like a champ...oh wait, I should probably catch y'all up here. My youngest had his tonsils and adenoids out yesterday morning, and he's pretty miserable about it. I'm sitting here debating whether or not it's worth it to go for an hour or so of sleep and taking the time to wax philosophical. Do the people we live with ever really know us? Or do they co-exist in a kind of blissful time warp that prevents them from realizing who we are?

In other words, do you reach a point where you've lived with someone so long the two of you just stop being friends and turn into blissfully oblivious roommates? Or is that friendship a rock solid foundation on which you build? And do the people you love ever really see you, or do they only see what they want to see?

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