there is no “mortifying ordeal of being known.” We can hardly know ourselves, how can we expect others to do this for us?
the “mortifying ordeal” is that, even when we try to make ourselves known, still there can be misunderstanding from those who care and do not care alike. Ah!
Who is hotter: a guy on tv who has an entire studio carefully curating his image down to the follicles in his skin, or me, someone who brushes their hair and cleans their teeth? Not so easy, is it .
becoming the main guy from Pushing Daisies by baking pies constantly but my forearms are bigger because of rolling out dough so much. They don’t talk about this in the show, but i do.
my life is exactly like X-Files but instead of aliens the thing I’m looking for is a nice place to sit and watch the clouds float by…. Can such a thing exist ? I believe.