You do the oddest things when you think you're all alone and no one's watching. Generally, of course, you get away with it, unseen, and hardly think anything of it. Perhaps you may laugh at your own indignities, but that's the extent of it. After all, they say that the tree that falls in the forest that no one hears...hasn't fallen. Generally.
But today, the illusion of isolation was shattered when Joshua came in on me bopping to Our Song by Taylor Swift. Twice.
I have to laugh at my own indignity. Although I think he's secretly laughing harder.
Dammit.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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