I don’t get it.  I really don’t.  But let me start with what I do get.  What I do get is this… I ‘GET’ Need To Know. I understand curiosity; Oh! I understand the curiosity thing all right.  Curiosity, like a deep, painful itch, can drive me to distraction.  I’ve a curiosity that could match even the most inquisitive of feline. I just love to know and I love to be in the know.  But then, you know what? I can hold.my.friggin’.tongue!!!  Yes, that’s right folks, I can keep a secret.  I don’t even have to let anyone else know I know.  I know how to be a confidante.  I possess the ability to do nothing with information I have gained.

So, what don’t I get?  Well, why does it seem like no one else I know possess this same quality (except for you of course).  Why do I feel so vulnerable when I bare my soul (except with you, that is).  How is it that the grapevines that twist and wind around me whisper thoughts I’ve had before… It always seems to me that repeating a confidence can create a curvature of the truth, no?  I am a trustworthy and a staunchly loyal friend.  I understand that there are times when you (yes, probably even you) will need a refuge where you know you’ll be safe.  I know how to be that type of friend and then, I know how to.keep.it.to.myself!  Is it wrong to feel aggrieved when that type of confidence is not reciprocated?  I’m just saying…

And no, silly this post in NOT about you!