Small Parlor, Big Closet

What room or area of yours is cleanest? Dirtiest? (Serendipity Bible Fourth Edition, page 1479).

My life is much like a big closet, not so much that it is intentionally secret, but that it is filled with a great diversity of baggage and a hodgepodge of items that don't fit neatly into a reception parlor or any other clearly defined room. If closet for you has some unfortunate covert connotations, you can understand instead that I have a garage overflowing with motley stuff from many experiences.  There are some once prized trophies there largely forgotten--somewhere behind the lawnmower and crammed within dust covered storage boxes. You can find bits and pieces of my life's paraphernalia that is undeniably part of my identity, yet is largely subliminal or forgotten. So when we meet in the parlor for polite conversation, realize that the real me is not so tidy or presentable and in all probability is of little or no interest to you.  And, of course, I understand that much of you is in storage too.

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