to know or not to know .

What classifies someone as known?

How do we know when and at the exact point it is that we know someone?

What is knowing someone anyway?

These are all questions I have been wondering in the past month or two and finally I have decided to put these few thoughts down.

Knowing: Possessing knowledge or understanding; intelligent; Shrewd or showing clever awareness; Suggestive of private knowledge.

Someones name or address isn't exactly their information as it is merely who they go by or were they live. As humans we tend to base any and everything someone tells us as something to go by or something to know. Just think how many times in your life have you told someone something you thought they wanted to know just to get them to go on with their day. Many times I have wondered if what I assume about a person is what there is to know about them or merely what they themselves just would like me to believe.

In general do we as people ever actually know the people around us?

Sometimes I feel as thought the people I've known the longest are the ones I know the least about. It is as if the time has somehow erased any old they have told you and brought about some new air to them. Just as when you meet someone new you believe that anything they tell you is something to know, when in all reality it could be just something to say. How do we in fact know when someone has let us on to something to know or just something to sit on for the time we are in their presence.

I don't believe that any one person is ever really known to anyone, not even the one or few people that that they believe they have bore their soul to and even have poured their heart out with. Knowing isn't a favorite color or birthday because those are just preferences and when life began for them, does that even classify as knowing in the end?

If in fact we actually knew the people we thought we did as in the dynamics of their mind what they were capable of how they exactly felt, would we still be attracted to them in whatever way we started out to be? In countless works of fiction their has been someone who thought they knew another person and in fact when they did know the person they didn't like what they had seen.

So do we ever actually know who we know or do we just like to assume that we would like to know who we think we know based on what we have seen from them or heard out of their mouths?

Just a bit for me to think about but a lot to swallow.

and that's how its been put