Wow, That Wasn't Sexy

Chinese Class.

Some of the things I did that first year in Chinese class are too embarrassing to think about. Like my speech about finding out your girlfriend is a man. Or the time I performed as both the little boy, lost, and the old man, trying to take advantage.

Comedy, it was all comedy, and then afterwards when your turn was over you went back to your seat and looked pleased with yourself (but not too pleased), and found you had conquered yourself with comedy.

That's one way to say it. Another way to say it: today I am a result of everything I've ever done before today, and everything that's been done to me. Yet another way is, if yesterday was so embarrassing, what does that make today?


How far do you get comparing yourself to birds, while the moon lingers overhead.