"I am no one."
That's not supposed to mean anything in the vein of "you're nobody till somebody loves you" or anything. I have just noticed that this is a town where everyone looks everyone over as if to ask, "Should I know you?" You can't walk into a room without catching a bunch of people doing the inventory of celebrity faces in their heads as they measure your facial structure against the mental wireframe model they've made of everyone who should be remembered. It's a little disconcerting. I thought about getting a T-shirt made that says "I am no one" on it in some sort of bold lettering. But a co-worker assured me that wearing such a shirt would inevitably make me someone right quick. There's no winning.
Secret Pop
Oct 25, 2001
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