I’m not a “nice” person, nor am I “good.” I don’t like to engage in “small talk.” I don’t like to “beat around the bush.” I don’t engage or indulge flattery. I’m not easy to impress, nor am I impressive. I intentionally ignore those who intentionally seek out attention. I only ask people how they are “doing” if I really want to know the answer. I would appreciate it if others would do the same. I don’t initiate conversation unless I have something to say, but will answer most questions posed to me.
I’m difficult to “get to know.” It is very possible to come into regular contact with me for years and never get beyond the surface. This doesn’t mean I’m “fake.” It means I’m “protective.” I’m protective of my heart, my time, my energy and my love. I’m willing to admit that it’s “to a fault” sometimes.
This wall I’ve put up, for those not keen enough to detect it, is often misunderstood as “aloofness,” “attitude,” “callousness,” “abruptness,” etc. I understand this misunderstanding.