HIM: So. You're a hider.
HER: Excuse me?
HIM: You hide. You like to hide yourself.
HER: What makes you think so?
HIM: Oh, please. It's written all over your face. And body. You almost fooled me for being a foot shorter. Not to mention your bangs cover about 80% of your face. And - I bet not many notice this - but your natural speaking voice is an octave lower. You are raising your pitch, and something tells me it's for a reason.
HER: Hm. Lots of interesting theories you have there.
HIM: Interesting as in... correct?
HER: Interesting as in interesting.
HIM: Someone once told me the subtext for interesting is 'boring.'
HER: Well, that someone wasn't me.
HIM: Huh. True. When I come to think of it, that someone was boring.
HER: Someone once told me that only boring people get bored.
HIM: Hm. Interesting.
Now I see why you hide.
HER: Oh. And why is that?
HIM: Not out of shyness, but out of smartness. That, and the fact that you're a public figure and everybody knows something about you since you were a child.
HER: Hm. I guess I wasn't hiding very well after all.
HIM: Oh, you were. But I know those cheek bones of yours better than my own. I had a poster of you in my bedroom as a kid.
HER: Ouch. I'm sorry.
HIM: I'm not!
HER: Don't tell me... Revenge of the Teen Spirit?
HIM: Bingo. It moved with me to four different homes. Always by the bed.
HER: So you went to sleep with me every night.
HIM: I... um, I. Guess you could say so.
HER: Now I see how come you know so much about hiding. You are a hider yourself.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman