> It robs me of getting to know you. Ugh, you are not entitled to get to know me. There is a threshold between all that I share with the world and the rest of me. Hell, not every person gets the same picture , and that's deliberate and healthy --my customers don't get to know what my proctologist knows. My mother doesn't get to know what my wife knows. You don't get to know all of me, because I don't trust you . This…
It's not "getting to know you" in that sense, it's getting to know the public face you present, whether I can trust you , and how I can interact with you most smoothly. If you're my coworker and you don't ever want to talk about your family or friends or personal interests or problems or anything, that's fine.
That's exactly what I'm saying!
And by what means am I permitted, your majesty, to construct this face? May I read books to paraphrase? May I quote authors? May I practice at Toastmasters™? Maybe practice with my paychotherapist, or with my speech therapist?
You don't know, and you don't get to know. My interiority is my own.
There is no "the real me."