Can it be true that people know your name, not your story, they’ve heard what you’ve done, but not what you’ve been through, so take their opinions of you with a grain of salt?

It was made that way from a cigarette held in the corner of my mouth. My head cocked ever so slight so the trail of white curly columns of a slow twirling stench covered smoke from my stink sticks wouldn’t go directly up and into my eye. I sacrificed one eye and held it closed because that column of smoke would waft off in a straight line directly toward that furthest, highest-held, half-closed eye.

I spend a lot of time every day just observing the many ways it’s lucky that a certain something is like that certain way it is.

To answer your question, whatever people say about me is probably true if it’s something that seems like it’s a pretty cool way to be. Conversely, if someone said something that makes me out to be a dumb ass or just an all around bad guy then, of course it’s not true.

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Yes take it with a grain of salt. Put some sugar in there, too. Hell, why not throw in a canned ham while we’re at it and throw in a bag of Jim’s Magic Rocks. They’re hand picked to heal what’s troubling you, personally. Yes, through divine prophecy. If someone says something about me take it with an ice cold Pepsi and about 2/3 of a Viagra 100. That should be enough to make up your own mind.

Thank you for the A2A. First of all, it’s possible so it can be true that people know my name because I tell it to them. I may have been the name you saw at the top left side of an answer you happened to see coincide with your take on the issue. You might not have known you felt that way because it’s not a place that your thought patterns would have looked at it from.

I think I found the perfect rock to make a new partial !

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Outside of Quora readers who number in the hundreds of millions there is nobody who would have told you my name other than me. My path has been all over this globe. If my life, up til now, has been anything I need to apologize for then I’ll go ahead and do that. You more than likely will have never heard of me, or my name. Some people might have had a different experience and memories hsve s guy whose name is Jim and you knew him for years. Or, that guy I was that one time but you didn’t get my name. You saw a recognition in my young lazy eye.

It was also the eye held half-closed to the wind of the window that was down and the hot California wind blew my hair back into its best shape. That eye still took a beating even with shades pulled down. A loose cigarette cherry now and then bounces off my cheek and some orange gets put out by the water in my eyes. Lucky I still have one good eye to see enough to drive, were my thoughts. Lucky I can use my good eye to see what I’ve got in the side of my half-open eye when I pull out my eye lid and try to look way over there.