eh...
2 years ago
Read a friend’s poetry online today. Have a sneaking suspicion it was about me – but I don’t know if it’s really for me. And am I vain to think so, or self-conscious?
When is paranoia vanity-based? Does is matter if what you think is about you is good or bad? Or are you of the Oscar Wilde vein of thought? “The only thing worse than having everyone talk about you is having no one talking about you.”
Perhaps “eschew vanity” should be another goal of mine. As well as my need to stop wondering if that’s about me or against me or whatever. sigh
