Back in High School I went through a period of time when there was a lot on my mind. Not many things, but mostly a couple of things that seemed very large at the time.

I learned a trick back then that proved to be very useful. Normally I’d be prone to stare of in the distance and think or even put my head on my desk and just stare at the notes someone from last period had made. If a friend of mine came across me in that condition they wouldn’t believe me if I replied that nothing was wrong. I really just didn’t want to talk about things, but they’d keep digging until I finally had to tell them, “I just don’t want to talk about it.”

What I figured out was that if I put my head on my desk and closed my eyes people would believe me if I simply say, “I’m just tired.” End of conversation. I usually like to think with my eyes open, but sometimes I just had to be left alone.

There’s no desk to put my head on now, and there’s no reasonable way to keep my eyes closed while walking to the door. I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I’m an open book.

I don’t like it. Sometimes I just don’t want to talk about it. Sometimes I want to but there’s just not enough time to talk about it. Sometimes I just want to be left alone with my thoughts. Please don’t press the matter.

But almost every time I’m glad you thought enough to ask. Please don’t stop. And if you bring it up again in circumstances more suitable for talking I might just be happy to share.

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