The Terrifying Ordeal of Being Known

Or how to exist without even trying.

I think I’ve always been afraid of being perceived.

It’s not (necessarily) a fear that extends to being afraid all the time when others can sense my presence, for that I think I developed many shields and buffers and masks, a shell of social engagement to protect the inner soft core of consciousness. No, this fear is more specific. It is a fear I suppos…