Out of the blue, my wife looks at me seriously.
“I know you think you’re worthless,” she says sternly, “but you’re wrong. YOU’RE WRONG.”
I’m taken aback. Is she a mindreader now, scanning my innermost thoughts?
The trouble is, I know my own self better than anyone, both the hidden and the known, the inner and the outer.
I know what my limitations are. How lazy I can be, and how easily distracted. I know what my shortcomings are.
Others are only aware of what appears to be so. I see it all.
Last modified: 22 October 2024
