Points are for suckas
‘member when Obama was at the Al Smith dinner and said that one of his weaknesses was that he is too awesome? (I don’t recall the exact wording. Just google it, you lazy shits.)
I say stuff like that all the time. Not about Obama — though I do think that he’s pretty nifty. I say it about myself.
And I say it with a straight-face.
And people take it seriously sometimes.
And it cracks me up.
I dated a girl once who told me that my cockiness was me trying to mask my insecurities. I laughed in her face and thought, “Wow. I am entirely too good for this chick.”
And I was.
(See? Are you wondering if I am serious or not?)
I think that I may find it even more satisfying when people think I am being serious and, you know, that I’m just a big ass, than if they laugh at the joke. Or “joke?”
I’m not sure why.
Might that factor into why I am in my 30s and single?
Do I care?
Do I make up words?
Shall we look a little deeper into this phenomenon? (What? You’re reading a blog right now. It’s not like you have anything better to do.)
I think there are two possible reasons for my behaviour:
1) It is just me saying things for my general amusement. Which, frankly, is my motivation for doing just about everything.
2) I kinda like me. And how is that a bad thing? Shouldn’t we all think that we’re awesome. Awesome things are good. (Like my novella. Buy it.)
Hmmm. I am not sure that we are any closer to unraveling the mystery, but that is all the time we have for this session.
Next week we’ll look into why I don’t feel like rules (or most laws) apply to me.
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