Keep the Mystery

A comment was made to me earlier today:
"You're a man of few words"
"Keeps the mystery"
"Why would you want to keep the mystery?"
A query that is not easily answered, I can tell you. There are probably several different answers to this question. And FYI, that's right, not even this blog reveals everything about me. However, www.pornhub.com does show a side to me that perhaps none of you have seen before, but that's a completely unrelated topic and delves into a time best forgotten. By everyone. Especially by the company that lost all that money. It wasn't my fault, I didn't know you couldn't do that. Now let me shut up and continue talking.

Theory 1:
I don't want to reveal my secret identity.

Theory 2:
A long and complicated story about my childhood and repressed memories coming back to haunt me, which has been previously discussed on the blog.

Theory 3:
Only one person knows almost everything there is to know about me (well, maybe if that one person collaborated her efforts with a second person, then they'd both be able to work out pretty much my entire life story bar a few small details) and I'm pretty sure she (or they) would tell you that I have reason for hiding a few things about me and I certainly have reason for being a little mysterious. Go ahead and bother those people if you wish. Unless of course you are those people, in which case, spill away; I only have a few things to hide. While I do consider myself to have finally reached a point now where I can finally be happy with the person I'm turning out to be, I don't want to fall back and start to pick up those traits that I so gratefully lost, which in turn doesn't exactly help me on the conversation front - especially with new people so ironically it actually doesn't make me any better-a-person.

Theory 4:
I actually have a huge mega secret that I've been hiding from you all for all this time and I, as of yet, haven't revealed a single tiny hint about it. I wouldn't want to ruin that, nicht Wahr? Oh bollocks, I revealed a hint.

Theory 5:
Evil Tyrant Lord Dukeystein. Need I say more?

Theory 6:
I don't actually understand myself. One minute I'm a unicorn and the next I'm an antelope. An antelope with cool shades. Obviously that's a metaphor for the fact that I'm always a different person, and perhaps I have schizophrenia.

Anyway, those are called theories for a reason. Delve into them, read between the lines and what not and then come to your own conclusions. I, on the other hand, am so mysterious that I've confused myself with all these different theories.
Ciao.