There is nothing more terrible than having know that the idea --- that existential truth about yourself --- you have harbored your entire life is all but one big lie.
You are not the person you have always imaginged yourself to be.
Forget strong-willed and independent. You never came close to Haydee-Yorac proportions. Discerning and collected? You wish. You though you had it in you --- that heroine-potential, capable of turning an entire Greek Fleet into granite with one deathly stare. Yet you are not medusa, lest Carrie befor she torched the gym. You surmise, nothing but grand delusions of grandeur.
How could you have been this so gullible? Hook, line and sinker, you fell for it. 'Guess you were the punchline. Ha. Ha.Ha.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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