I see my life as an exposition of irony. Divine poetry, if you will. People who repeatedly warned against me through different phases of my life turned out themselves to have been engaged in the very actions they erroneously attributed to me.
Ironically, for all their warnings and alarm, I was a very boring fellow. So boring, in fact, that I was the one who ended up having the traditional introduction and marriage they claimed to be defending, while they themselves harvested girls at nightclubs. I’m glad I chose patience over that.
Appearances can be deceiving, I suppose. Prejudices can be blinding, too. The greatest harm is done by those who claim to be spreading virtue, whilst themselves being immersed in vice. Hypocrisy surrounds us, but such is life.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
