You want me to tell you how old I am so that you may know whether or not to write me off as hopeless case, lost cause or whatever?
Not a chance.
You'll continue to hope right along with me - what do you think I brought you along on my journey for?
To "ooh" and "ahh" and "eyya"?
To tell me how pitiful I am?
I assure you, I am not. So tag along until you're bored and can no longer tolerate my self pity.
That's right, I don't need your pity. I pity myself enough for Africa.
Kidding! I couldn't even pity myself enough for a tiny part of Nigeria in my most pitiable state.
Laugh out loud.
I didn't actually laugh when I wrote that, just so you know. Interesting isn't it, how we get to say things we mean and things we don't and get them all mixed up so that hardly anyone knows what's real and what's not?
What's true, what's not?
Interesting how everything is now made light of. Especially my feelings.
What?
You think I'm too self absorbed? Why not? These are my musings after all, why should I not be?
No one is about me. No one! someone's gotta be about me and that's me - who better?
Oh, you do know someone better?
Give me his number.
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