My mirror views the World as a
reflection of its Self. In human psychological terms my mirror is a
narcissist and, in my objective observation, a pathological liar.
Sorry, I just needed to say that.
Instead of the usual self-indulgent
blog selfie, I've decided to write a love letter to myself.
Dear John,
Great! barely started in the
relationship and I dump myself. Hold on a second John is my real
name. Okay, knowing the names of the people in the relationship is a
good first step towards intimacy, right?
Again
Dear John,
What can I say you haven't already
heard? That slow and steady wins the race? Only if you're a snail and
the competition is a steamroller. More likely that's how you earn a
tough nickname like “Squish.” Better to be the steamroller. A
stitch in time saves nine? Right after you look that up, you'll
understand how it completely unravels the patience of a spider thing
and pertains to you.
I guess what I'm trying to say is you
approach our life like a snail believing he'll get really fast once
the steamroller nips his tail. Nope, you need to get faster
before. Now, would be an excellent time to start getting faster
Love, John
On the Planet Squint&Stretch the
preceding makes odd sense, but sense. And so I'm bidding a not so
fond adieu to where I stuck myself to a place I can work faster and
more efficiently. Yep, sweet home Chicago-adjacent.
Forward!
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