Friday Afternoon Confessional: Delusions of Grandeur
I confess to suffering from delusions of grandeur. I know this because the belief that I will single-handedly change the course of world history is at the same time a belief that I have and a belief that I know is irrational. These delusions may well be the root cause of my attempting to construct sentences that are both too long and too complex. Anyway, I’m trying to compensate for it as it hinders me in conveniently getting through most of the days. It is not an easy thing to compensate for. The best I have come up with to date is to work out this philosophical system in which everybody single-handedly changes the course of world history. I’m sure you’ll hear from it eventually.
I confess I do not know whether I have explained myself well.
I confess that amidst all this theorizing and suffering, my chief occupation during this past week-end was The Youngest Kid’s birthday party. There was no vomiting and only a limited amount of dramatic exits. Notwithstanding the fact that there was almost no physical aggression and that all invited children liked the cake I had proposed to buy (there’s only one true fact according to my grammatical intuition), my memory of this occasion is not a happy one. I missed most of the cycling.
I finally confess that I am writing this on Monday evening for reasons of being otherwise occupied during the rest of the week. Still, I am already convinced that at the time this is published my past week-end will have been the best 2 days of the 7-day period between this and the last Friday Afternoon Confessional.
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