There's nothing like knowing someone is looking into your life, scrutinizing every public, and perhaps private, bit of information there is about you, to see if you're a worthwhile human being.
Am I? I'm sure at least one reader would answer with a hearty "No", but I'm sure that particular person isn't much for introspection, else they wouldn't be the proverbial pot calling me, the kettle, black. It's that whole thing about glass houses and stones. I should take stock in that proverb, myself.
Ah, well. I've done what I've done and I am what I am. The way I see it, if someone needs to try and get to know me before they even speak to me, there's a fundamental problem with the state of interpersonal communication.
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