I, Me, Mine

I came back and reread this blog post that was supposed to describe me and realized it wasn't really me.  I mean it was but there was so much left out.  I feel like most people just won't get me.  They'll know a version of me that they meet here and there or see places.. maybe hang out for a little bit.  But they won't know the real me.  That version people meet is most definitely real.  I feel they only get to know parts or pieces of me.  I mean I guess you can't sit down and have 7 hour conversations about life and everything in it with everyone you meet.  But when I think about it, it's cool that way.  Because the ones who stick around and honestly want to get to know you will.