“Well I feel the same way about you,” I said to a pal. “Nobody seems to know who you are. Your family for example. Why don’t they know you? I mean, they do know you but the things they know are not the important things. They don’t know any of the things that count.”
“Yeah, I think it is. They do know some things. They know how to hurt you and how to make you feel bad. They know what’s wrong with you and can tell you all about it but none of this is important. It has no bearing on anything that matters and it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the person I know,” I said.
“They don’t know what is good about me,” she said.
“No, so how is that? Why can’t they see you? Why don’t they want to know you? This seems like a waste. It is a waste of a perfectly good person who they could know.”
I was talking to a Pisces but I wonder. Does your family know who you are?