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So, it has been two weeks. I thought this could have been a time as good as any to actually go away for a little while to rejuvenate myself.
At the same time, however, I doubt I am really putting up my life for your scrutiny, am I?
News flash! I have done absolutely nothing of interest.
I think I will feel better blaming the brain drain on the mundane material that I take on at work.
Now – why would you think that I have been telling you the truth all these years? I know; some fabricate and weave stories of their own to enhance their skills on… creative writing. On this vast open space that we call the world wide web, anything goes, no? It probably makes it doubly hard as well, when you cannot put a picture to a person. I mean, I could be very much a member of the other gender, and you would not know it.
What if I tell you that I actually just got back from a two-week holiday in Mauritius?
And that I was there for a romantic getaway – or a honeymoon, if you will?
And that I am not 22, really. Age is, after all, nothing but a number. I just like being 22, you see – but in fact, I am, er… ahem.
And that I will be starting a(nother) new job tomorrow?
Oh, and that I just feel like telling you all this now, because I feel that the time is right.
Yes, yes – it may all sound a bit too far-fetched – but who is to say for sure that none of them is true?
I will let you know of this, however: I am not who you think I am.