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I envy him his confidence.
But he sure is an asshole to me. Screw you, little bro.
I felt invincible once. It was the end of summer in 2001. I don't knowwhat it was that changed me. Love? Death? Hell, just blame it on 9/11.
Something about anonymity. I feel strongest when I'm just a face in a crowd of faces. Like I can finallyrelease and just relax. Laugh at myself and not care what anyone else thinks. Because who the hell are they, anyway?
But there's a difference between being anonymous and being alone. Alone is sadness. Alone is silence. Alone is being in a crowd of family and familiars. Sitting in the corner and listening to the animated conversations. Conversations among people you've known your whole life, but who don't know you.
Because you don't know yourself. You don't really want to, either. Too afraid of admitting mediocrity. That you're not really funny nor particularly interesting, either.
But Oh! anonymity. Be anyone. Say anything. Because as deep as anyone in that crowd will go is only the top-most layer.
As it should be. If only it were always.
But he sure is an asshole to me. Screw you, little bro.
I felt invincible once. It was the end of summer in 2001. I don't know
Something about anonymity. I feel strongest when I'm just a face in a crowd of faces. Like I can finally
But there's a difference between being anonymous and being alone. Alone is sadness. Alone is silence. Alone is being in a crowd of family and familiars. Sitting in the corner and listening to the animated conversations. Conversations among people you've known your whole life, but who don't know you.
Because you don't know yourself. You don't really want to, either. Too afraid of admitting mediocrity. That you're not really funny nor particularly interesting, either.
But Oh! anonymity. Be anyone. Say anything. Because as deep as anyone in that crowd will go is only the top-most layer.
As it should be. If only it were always.
