Jesus, but some people are so fucking full of themselves and so fucking shameless about it too. It's the lack of shame that really gets to me, I think. I mean, I believe that I am fucking marvellous, I'm secure in the knowledge of my extreme talent and physical beauty but you don't hear me going on and fucking on about it. And if you do, it's with shame as a subtext, self-revulsion as a backdrop and insecurity as an all-encompassing blanket.
It's the latest thing in self-expression, apparently. Telling the world how great you are, how important. How wonderful your relationship, how fulfilling your job, how satisfyingly salty your gooch. And always with that pinch of self-deprecation. How I hate the self-deprecation, the false modesty, the I broke my arse, I'm not really going to win the award, I do have this one leetle flaw bit. Just fuck off. Fuck off and shut up.
I'm too busy watching President Obama trying to get himself shot to be dealing with the likes of you. Also I should admit to having eaten an entire packet of Lady Fingers (not what you think) and I have what is either a sugar-induced headache or a well-deserved brain tumour. This may have informed my annoyance at whatever it is that I'm annoyed about.
But probably not, you stupid, self-deluding fucks.
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