Is it ever possible to know EVERYTHING about an individual?

Case in Point: Upon the realization that I am quite fond of my new blogging capabilities, I offered an invitation to Ex-Beau #? to read my blog. To which I received the response, "I already know everything there is about you. More than even Tart and your Mother know."

Let me back up. I know that Ex-Beau#? is slightly arrogant, stubborn and somewhat of a Know-It-All. Also, that he will never read this, which is probably a good thing, as now I am given the opportunity of free speech regarding the topic. But still, does he have a point?

Now the evidence: Granted this particular Ex-Beau #? was lucky enough to date the Wanton Hussy for over two years, whereas I have known Tart for 19 years, and my mother for 23, he STILL feels that he knows everything there is to know about me and it would thereby be a waste of time to read any thoughts I may relay, as he already knows what I would say.

True, that people tend to fair pretty consistently in behavior, when experienced over an extended period of time. But, aside from day to day episodes which one can not predict to happen to another individual, do we ever get to a point where we know all there is to know about human being? Where nothing they could say or do would not be outside of our normal perceived frame of reference for their actions? Where we wouldn't even need to read about their position on a subject, their ideas of the future or the frustrations of the present, because we have already viewed them in a similar situation and therefore have a familiar notion as to their feelings, and therefore, the outcome? God, I'm good.

And furthermore, why would we invest time into another person, only to know that eventually, or in Ex-Beau #?'s opinion, within two years, we are capable of not being surprised. I am still in awe of the growth and maturation Tart has made since we were 4. Surprised, not really.

I just realized what it is! Oh, I am so my own psychologist. It's not that I need him to read my blog. It's that I had to dive into the fathoms of "what makes Wanton Hussy a Wanton Hussy" and figure out if I really don't have anything more to offer after a two year relationship. Not that Ex-Beau #? sucked the life out of me, but really dissect the notion that someone could predict what I would do or say after just two years, outside of a surprising bout with arson, morbid obesity or prostitution.

To which I respond, "ERRONEOUS!!" Of course I have more to offer another individual after two years, after 19 years and after 23 years. I know my actions keep my mom on her nicely pedicured toes everyday. Which goes to show, if Ex-Beau #? didn't underestimate my delightfully Wanton nature and Hussy appearance, maybe he would have had that other chance he wanted?

But, being a product of a dual-income, working mother household, I know that I DO have more to offer. And that if someone doesn't occasionally become overwhelmed with my cuteness, intelligence and profitability, then maybe they aren't smart enough for me and it is time to move on anyways. Aren't self-affirmations fun?

BOO!!! -- Betcha didn't some that one comin'.