We Love a Mystery
We love a mystery-
The hard to get person,
The impossible to possess:
Makes you work, for every second of eye contact;
Any hint of camaraderie, is like the holy grail,
Now within our very sights.
How richly rewarded we feel then,
To get a moment of that attention, bestowed only upon us.
While we have scarcely any energy left over at all,
For even an eyebrow's lift
For our own fawning adorers; busy hanging on our every word,
Their self-sacrificial love for us like a contaminant,
That we just can't abide much more of.
And the fact that they would choose us, above all others
Just makes them that much more sketchy-
Who would choose us over anything?
For we know only too well, our own worth;
There are no mirrors left in our houses,
We go out daily, our hair sticking out,
Food stuck between our teeth, toilet paper tails following behind us-
Stop staring at us with all that seedy worship in your eyes;
It's like a stake being driven slowly through our lives.
Every time I read through I find a new line to appreciate. "There are no mirrors left in our houses" strikes me particularly, I think we rarely take a good look at ourselves. We inevitably think we are far worse, or far better, than we actually are.
its the toilet paper lol
This is actually perfect... most people discount themselves, not realizing how awesome they really are... and wondering how anyone could see their great qualities...
I enjoy how Carol cuts to the chase :D:D