If I came with a warning label, people may not like me much.
My secrets and sins would be disclosed. And that’s not good.
If a warning label would be attached to every person, then everyone would know about their secrets and sins. And get mad, and get hurt, and get away.
No, I don’t want a warning label on me. And I don’t want to read warning labels on others.
They’re to do more damage than good to friendships or any other kind of relationship.
So I keep my secrets to myself.
I go about life being true to myself, being honest when I fell like, and sometimes false, pretending to be someone else.
And I’m ok with this. And people are ok with this too, because that’s what they do.
And we get along….
This post was written in response to the Mini Writing Prompt Challenge: If I Came with a Warning Label. . . #bravewarninglabelchallenge