I wish people would take my picture more often, so I could look at myself, and wonder who the hell that guy is.
Shoveling snow, sweaty and cold, taking off and putting on jackets, wondering if my tiny muscles look strong, panting and resting with every few shovel-fulls, is a new kind of humility, stands sharply in contrast to the humility of showing up to work and sitting, drinking acrid acidic coffee-like black water, eating stale snacks, and trying to muster the focus to work at work.
I read what I have written several times to verify that I am just as cool as I thought I was before I forgot what I wrote.
Driving to work sometimes, I sing along with a pulsing, energetic song, and remind myself that I do not have a voice for performing, no matter what anybody may say, thus reminding myself that I am surrounded by liars.
I listen to the songs that I write thousands of times, and still leave them up for the public to hear.
I find myself utterly hilarious, in the moments that I have forgotten how utterly pathetic I am, and especially in the moments that I must appear utterly, hilariously pathetic.
Like right now.
