A True Testament.

Something I've always found fascinating over my lifetime is when my friends adamantly recommend I meet their other friend, whom I would totally get along with.

I find the distaste (and flattery) of the recommendation to be similar to the idea of being set up on a date by a mutual friend. The mutual friend thinks her two friends would like each other for reasons A, B, and C. Usually, this entails some sort of commonality between the two strangers: maybe their sense of style, their interests or careers, their personalities. But what the mutual friend usually lacks in understanding is that the bonding between the mutual friend and Friend A will not be the same as Friend B's bond-- if any-- with Friend A, and vice versa. Friend A and Friend B will meet, and have some high expectation of bonding, and then realize, to their dismay, the lack of it. Not to say that this always happens.

It's not about the utter failure nor seemingly arbitrary connection that gets to me. It's simply that I hate the thought that someone is so certain they've figured me out. The possibility that I'm easily read by those outside of who I think knows me well enough is unsettling. I suppose this means that I like to stay enigmatic. To me, it's simply redundant to overshare myself with most people. To think that my undersharing reveals anything about me would be surprising (although the choice to be silent is also quite telling at times). I think I do okay with sharing in honesty, but ensure little transparency if possible.

Does this make me a bad friend? I guess only my good friends can say.