I lead someone else's life.
When I am happy, I separate myself from my body, come out and watch my happiness, I feel someone else's pains,I don't grieve, as if the sorrows were someone else's, I sport someone else's erections. More and more I feel my life is being run by this other person while I sit silently, without joy, without pain and without libido watching this other me do what I don't want to do with my life.
My life has become my never-ending obsession- my obsession with me and the other me.
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Life, as seen from the eyes of a hopeless narcissist. A true story of one man's journey through life's little pleasures and pointless struggles; a man whose last friends died 65 million years ago; a man who believes evolution has taken a step back after Velociraptors...
This is the inspirational story of his life, his experiences, joys, sorrows, women and dinosaurs; his sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic escapades and his one true love: himself.
3 comments:
(everything you do that you don't like == actions of the "other" you) => hypocrisy?
not true... i like sporting an erection :P
Hi to you, you and you! :-)
~ Arun
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