Illusion ain’t a bad thing.
I know a good looking man
when I see one.
George Clooney will do
as a Heavenly example.
Maybe even Divine.
i consider myself a Realist,
although I’ve never
actually looked up
it’s definition,
so don’t call me out.
I know I’m no George Clooney.
I’m a hundred years old,
my face looks like shoe leather,
i inherited my dead dad’s
snapping turtle toes,
and we all know
that even with a fake ass,
I have NO ass.
Being naturally shy
and inhibited
when I first meet people,
I cower.
I used to NOT enter
events that I drove to.
Seriously,
I got there,
saw people inside
frolicking easily about,
drove around the block
and left.
TRAGIC.
One day,
about 80 years
and 80 pounds ago,
someone came up to me
in a Restaurant and said:
“You look just like Rob Lowe!”
(It may have been a bar,
and he may have been drunk)
Whatever,
THAT felt good,
and I learned a lesson.
Today,
When I walk into a room
of people that I’m don’t know,
I immediately
employ a little illusion,
and DECIDE
that
I
AM
ROB
damn
LOWE.
It works.
My humanity,
my insecurity,
my fucked-up-ness,
and my mirror,
no longer
are driving my car,
so I pull into parties,
get out,
enter with confidence,
…and GET CAUGHT MAKING A SEX TAPE!!!
jajja ajajjajaja
(I’ll save that for another day’s inspiration!)
