Why do we need to wear our hearts on our sleeves?
Why do I need to recount even the most insignificant of details to imply that I live a happily complicated life? Why do I need to pace back and forth with furrowed brows to tell my colleagues and superiors that I am actually working, and working hard at that? Why do I need to babble endlessly or bury my nose in a bestseller to gain the respect of (seemingly) intellectual peers? Why do I need to be seen in smoke-filled, crowded places, drowning in alcohol and caffeine to show that I have a swinging social life? Why do I need to flaunt mundanities just to show that I have money to burn?
People are such intellectual and emotional exhibitionists.
Why do I need to publish this blog?
Monday, January 21, 2008
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