I am a weird person.  I know it.  I guess most people do too.  Know that I’m weird that is.  Maybe you can’t tell just by looking at me.  I look like every other person you might know.  I don’t try to hide.  Not at all.  My weirdness hides itself on its own.  It’s one of the things that I feel makes me weirder in a way.

The problem is that my weirdness doesn’t stay hidden for long.  Once someone comes close enough it just pops out.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love my weirdness.  I think that it’s what makes me unique and gives me my identity.  I’d be lost without it; but it tends to pop out at all the wrong places and all the wrong times.

I have found that the harder I try to control it, the weirder it gets; so I have practically given up on controlling it.  I just let it loose whenever it wants to come out and play; otherwise all hell will break loose and then we would really be in trouble.  It’s hard to describe and I don’t think I can make it justice.  It is something that seems to be harmless but at times can be really destructive.

I found something the other day.  Something about my weirdness.  Something I wasn’t supposed to know.  Something that I know will change my life completely.  I can’t tell anyone.  There are lives at risk and I don’t know who to trust.

Can I trust you?

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