The truth is that people in general are lovely. I lose sight of this quite often, and I become a bit of a bitch
(me?). If you do regularly watch The Simpsons
(and of course you all do), well apparently I'm very much like the woman at the Country Club Marge & Homer are invited to, who keeps on pointing out the flaws in Marge's presentation with no actual personally malicious intent. I guess I can see it. I can dismiss people quite casually, writing off their superficial flaws as metonomies of their entire character. And yet this is so misguided. It's assuming that I'm the protagonist in the story of my life simply because it's being narrated that way. What I really need is to suddenly find out that I'm just an extra in the tragic story of the person sitting at the back of my History lecture I've never even met. And people are sometimes so heartbreakingly lovely that it almost makes me sad to be myself. God, I sound like I've been drafted in to work on Jewel's next album.