Happy for Me

 

"Who can say if your heart grows where your love chose? Only time." --Enya "Only Time"

    Visibility was never the core problem. Nunca. 

    Those desiring invisibility are either hiding something or want to be hidden themselves, which is indicative of repulsion or worse...self-hate.

    Self-hate was never my ministry. Nunca. Repulsion is ironically dignified in this context because repulsion is social rejection. While one can reasonably weigh potential social outcomes, there are no complete predictions to be made. Self-love is the constant in social's variable game; therefore, I've never minded being visible. 

   What I do mind, no hablo. Not anymore. 

    I used to believe I was relatable, that sharing myself with others was actually honorable. I am not relatable. Rather, I'm something more fun; I'm entertaining. 

    A spectacle. A theatric. A specimen of charm.

    Charm is deceptive, I know, but what isn't? Where is the vanishing point between deception and seduction? Life has to seduce us. Why else would we bother if not for the illusion of splendor? Something worthwhile?

    To summarize, I have not been hiding. I've been tasting the formula of privacy, and it's muy bueno.

Adios.

Drea