Impressions. That's all we have.

My life is an open book. I hide nothing. Ask me a question, and I’ll answer. Reasonably. Truthfully.  But still, it’s as if I live in a cave.  Hidden away.  Doesn’t matter. Because people don’t care. Or more likely, they misunderstand. They have distorted impressions. Yes, that’s all we ever get of each other. Impressions.  We don’t take time and make the effort. To collect facts. To analyze. To learn the truth. About anything. –Jim Broede