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I hope I haven't given anyone the impression I am interesting. I wouldn't want to mislead you. I got to chat with an old friend last week for the first time in over a year. We were doing the usual explanations of what had been going on during our unfortunately long interim and we both started fidgeting because we were avoiding the horrifying obvious: we are totally boring. Mara was always way cooler than me though, so I figured she was just being nice. We continued...

"Sometimes I look at myself and I'm like, Mara, I'm so embarrassed for you, what are you doing?"

And I realized, score! I'm not the only one! Perhaps I got carried away in my excitement, I'm not sure. I like to read a lot, and half the TV I watch is CNN, and I like to go to bars that are not loud so I can talk to people, and sometimes friends need shots of morphine to sit through my conversations, and I don't like pop music. I was pouring all this out, and it was coming in torrents and I was fermenting in my awesomeness, and then it all came crashing down again.

"I mean, I read a lot, and it's really interesting to me, but I can see how from a third-person perspective it could be boring -"

"Wait. Wait. Who's the second person? The book?"

"..."

"See, I was with you until you started personifying inanimate objects. You need to get out more."