In fact I myself did not quite know what I was going to tell him. I was just coming for a chat with nothing special on my mind, just to meet a friend and talk about whatever would come to our minds without any formality whatever. But he knew. He knew my mind. He knew me better that I know myself. That is unfair. I do have my principles, my opinions, my decisions, and my friends know my character and respect my choices. But I’m not so rigid either, I’m spontaneous and alive, I listen, I reflect, I react, I can change my opinion if I find a better one, and follow someone’s lead of opportune. I don’t actually like to repeat myself.
That’s why I don’t like to be bound, to be set in a frame. I leave myself free, and tomorrow I may say something different from today if I see it differently. If he says he knows what I’m going to say, I retort that if he says that he doesn’t know me. I’m a free person. The fun is that I don’t quite know myself in full, and now this man comes around saying that he knows me. Leave me free to be me, to discover myself, to enjoy being who I am.