I fink I wove you.
Suppose all ya ever had for breakfast was onion rolls. Then one day, in walks a bagel! You’d say, ‘Ugh, what’s that?’ Until you tried it! That’s my problem – I’m a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls. Nobody recognizes me! Listen, I got 36 expressions. Sweet as pie, and tough as leather. And that’s six expressions more than all those…Barrymores put together. Instead of just kicking me, why don’t they give me a lift? Well, it must be a plot, ’cause they’re scared that I got…such a gift! ‘Cause I’m the greatest star, I am by far, but no one knows it. Wait – they’re gonna hear a voice, a silver flute. They’ll cheer each toot, hey, she’s terrific!, when I expose it. Now can’t you see to look at me that I’m a natural Camille, and as Camille, I just feel, I’ve so much to offer. Kid, I know I’d be divine because I’m a natural cougher, some ain’t got it, not a lump. I’m a great big clump of talent! Laugh, they’ll bend in half. Did you ever hear the story about the travelling salesman? A thousand jokes, stick around for the jokes. A thousand faces. I reiterate. When you’re gifted, then you’re gifted. These are facts, I’ve got no axe to grind. Ay! What are ya, blind? In all of the world so far, I’m the greatest star! No autographs, please. What? You think beautiful girls are gonna stay in style forever? I should say not! Any minute now they’re gonna be out! Finished! Then it’ll be my turn!
This game is called “Fishing for kitty with your hosiery”.
are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs, and someday, you will meet a wonderful guy, and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we’re told, implores us to wait for it. The third act twist. The unexpected declaration of love. The exception to the rule. But sometimes, we’re so focused on finding our hap…py ending, we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t. The ones who will stay, and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy. Maybe it’s you. On your own. Picking up the pieces, and starting over. Freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe, the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken hearts, through the blunders, and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.
wisdom comes from knowing you know nothing. -Socrates
