or; cookie cookie cookie cookie.
Confuscious (how the hell do you spell that name anyway?) say:
You show your true face to the people who really matter.
Or so my fortune cookie at lunch declared to me.
I began to think to myself, I show my true face to the people who really matter? Who do show my true face to?
No one.
So I guess no one matters.
Pessimistic. Yeah, I know. (Which is a new shade for me. Usually I'm lucky Mr. Optimism, but lately . . . I blame the science. Or the dodecahedron.) But I continued to ponder my current state of affairs, and came to realize - that may sound pessimistic, but it's the bona-fide "one hunnert per cent" truth.
Then I realized - no one shows their true face, when it's all said and done. We all have little things we hide from those around us, regardless of what we may say or think.
No one knows our true face.
Except for God.
Man, I'm pessimistic lately.
Stupid fortune cookie.