This may surprise some, many, people but I am quite a private person. I suppose being, essentially, an only child had quite a bearing on that, as I never really had to fight any siblings for, well, anything. As far back as I can recall I had my own room and my parents never just came in but always asked first. When I got to know others with brothers and sisters, I came to realise how special this was, and I still treasure it.
These days, my privacy is largely internal: in this age of increasing “sharing”, I tend not to, or to be selective what I share and who with. I prefer it that no-one knows everything about me: of course, there are those whom I confide in to a greater extent, notably those close and dear to me but even then I hold a little something back. Sometimes because it’s expedient, sometimes because it avoids conflict and sometimes just… because. To be honest, it’s not something I can fully articulate to any satisfactory extent. It’s just how I am, and that’s that.
