Saturday, November 27, 2004

Mr. Hide

I better be straight about it: I was a loser in high school. A nerd, not very good at sports and not very good-looking.

Every time I meet an ol' pal from these days, I never know what to think. I don't want to prove myself to those people, but I still feel the urge to do it. I feel ridiculous. I start wondering who's the real me: the now-me who was waiting to arise past then or the past-me who's buried skin deep today? It's to my advantage, but I think the real self is the current self. We can be a lot of people, but there's nothing more "real" than the one who are now.

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