I don’t know what to say. I do have a few close friends with whom I can say anything and everything. Even with people I work with, there is a kind of artfulness in my speaking my mind, and I have known most of them for many years. But, I am also reserved simply because we see each other so often, you’d rather not get together after work, again because our lives change so little from day-to-day. They laugh, for example, when I tell them I have composed another piano solo. I wrote words, for another example over an instrumental I heard, sang, and recorded. I write things here or on Quora that they’ll never see. They don’t know who I am. I am not the person they work with.