When I was younger, I always wanted to be a mystery. But as the kid no one played with, I overcompensated by talking too much, all the time. As I grew from a teenager to a young adult, I paid for that openness and honesty. For a while, I didn’t trust anyone with anything. I finally understood the quiet kid in the group, always immersed in something else. I actually understood every situation a lot better, seeing right through everyone’s bullshit. And I learned how to invite in only the drama I wanted. I didn’t have to wonder why it was always me. Maybe I always just made it so.