Take It As A Sign

What if we carried around what we were? I was thinking about this as I waited on the platform for the next train. I stood there, cymbals and bass pedal in my purse, stick bag looped around my body, holding my high hat stand. At that point, I was a drummer. I was on my way to band practice. As I waited impatiently a man joined my area on the platform, carrying a computer keyboard. This guy was a nerd. This is not a blatant stereotype, he spoke to me, I know. What if we all carried around indications of what we are? An extension of ourselves. Like wearing our hearts on our sleeves. What if we were surrounded by orbs of what we were thinking, feeling, doing? What if we were transparent? Take away the mystery, confusion, trust, lies, honesty, sharing, and what would we have?