I was talking with someone tonight, who I'd mistaken for Chen.
I don't know why, but I sort of walked in expecting the worst.
Somehow, I ended up putting a lot of old things out on the table for me to look at - even things I'd rather just have forgotten about. I started feeling good about myself, and a little philosophical.
I started getting a bit too comfortable, as well, because I'd gotten proud of the way I talk, and I was told, for the first time since Frieling'd said so, that what I'd planned to do with my life wasn't completely abhorrent.
At the end of the day, there was this different picture of me that I was looking at.
This one who has things figured out and got his interests and values set. A good guy, and a fine catch. He sort of doffed his green cadet's cap and rubbed his unshaven chin. For the first time in a little while, I didn't feel like a character. I was just kind of me.
Not Smithers, not Gatsby, not Ichirin, not Winston, or Wriggle.
For a moment, I was just Zack.
No way in hell you can look that scruffy.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to draw a thin set of face-fungus in Paint, so it's not like, Jesus-Grade.
ReplyDeleteIt is pretty scruffy, though.
Ed told me, "I mean this in a good way. You have Caveman Appeal right now."