Sometimes in the middle of the night I figure things out... and then the next morning I can't quite remember how exactly I planned on unlocking the door to everything and making things work out perfectly.
It's incredibly frustrating, and in the long run it only makes me feel more alone, more of a dissapointment, and less of someone significant.
On a completly diffrent and...
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I also love mythology, but I really enjoyed seeing the Illiad as a human story rather than (to use your phrase) human beings simply being chess pieces in the hands of the gods.
I'd really like to be handsome. Oh, I'm okay, I suppose. I didn't fall out of the ugly tree and hit EVERY branch on the way down. But I'm not ... you know ... handsome. I'd like to be, but I know people who are, and I'm just ... not.
So I settle, instead, for being incredibly funny, witty, smart, well-read, fun. And you know what? It's weird. People start to think of me as good-looking. Or, at least, better looking.
You've got all kinds of things going for you, and I think you may be prettier than you know.