Waking from a night stifled by memories, I interrogate myself:
“How on earth did you arrive at such positive opinions of all involved?”
In truth, all that I subsequently imagined was quite preposterous.
But such is the heart, rendering us blind to what we do not wish to see.
Looking back, I now remember every unpleasant moment that undermined me.
It’s laughable that I responded to my eyes but disbelieved my ears.
What a joke I was then, and always, with that skeletal frame, arms sheeved, face of a nerd.
Of course, of course, I now see what everyone else saw. Which once again begs the question:
“How on earth did you arrive at such positive opinions of all involved?”
Last modified: 20 February 2025
