Nothing to Fear But…
“I flew over the neighborhood last night on the way in.”
“Oh, did you? How cool.”
“Yeah. I saw the lake. I was like, ‘give me a parachute’!”
“You really want to skydive again, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I really do.”
“But you didn’t want to do it at first, right?”
“No way.”
“Were you scared?”
“Terrified.”
“Which is why you did it.”
“Yeah.”
“Hm. Interesting. What else are you scared of?”
“You.”
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- 07.15.08 / 8am
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I’ve been called intelligent, strong, an idiot, annoying, entertaining, obnoxious, kind, crazy, hilarious, a sociopath, a narcissist, beautiful, ugly, hideous, insensitive, a robot, intense, an insitgator, a mediator, logical, friendless, undateable, hot, creative, retarded, professional, leggy, fat, skinny, short, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, brunette, crass, vulgar, classy, crude, rude, inconsiderate, socially unacceptable, socially adept, talented, skilled, curious, and ridiculous.
I’ve also been told I have presence. And horse teeth. And that I’m “too much”. Often.
I have no idea what the truth is.
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