My friends and colleagues are much smarter than me.
They have correct answers for everything.
They are super-confident and know exactly what to say to anyone who thinks differently.
They have a knack for dealing with every possible situation and always come out looking good.
Me, I’m an idiot. I make dumb mistakes.
When I think back at what I’ve said and look at what I’ve written – like here in this blog – I’m appalled by my ignorant vacuity.
My life stands as testimony to my ignoble character: a record of mistakes, errors of judgment and abysmal misunderstanding.
As in that old King Crimson song, confusion will be my epitaph.