Foundation
I’m 48 years old.
I spent my entire adult life trying to be anonymous.
To a certain degree I’ve been successful. All modesty aside, charisma leaks out around the edges, and sometimes I can’t avoid being recognized. For this, or for that. Forty eight years of anything is a long time.
A friend of mine recently died. He was about my age. The funeral services were traditional, and there were several well behaved people who showed. I knew all of them. Few recognized me. I liked that. When they did recognize me, it was that real shock of recognition: "It’s you!"
I’ve cut my hair, life has been good. They all looked the same. And I was anonymous. As it should be. The services were for Michael. I was just a visitor.
I really like my anonymity.
I believe there are a few ways to be anonymous, for those seeking lessons.
- Hide away all day every day. Give out no details about yourself.
- Hide in plain sight. Put everything about yourself on the internet. Put where you live, what you do for a living, your name. . . put it all out there. Tell anyone everything they ask about you. Be honest.
Those are the two ways to approach anonymity.
I think.
I’ve become anonymous among my friends because I have remained true to myself, and I tell the truth. That’s the foundation of my life.
That reminds me of a song. . .
Goodbye Michael. I’ll miss your smile.
It was genuine.
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Okay, 
