"So chances are that the truth could come waltzing up to most people wearing a pink tutu and a feather duster in its bum and no one would recognize it anyway."I've always wanted to quote myself. So here is the pink tutu. You'll have to use your imagination when it comes to the feather duster. Some things are just private. And I can't really waltz.
--Tim Id, Lost and Profound
The truth is that I am just an ordinary person with extraordinary aspirations. But then, aren't we all?
Take geniuses for example. Someone is considered a genius if they have an IQ of 140 or more. Wouldn't it be a bitch to have an IQ of 139? Wouldn't that just suck? No one wants to be known as almost a genius. "Hey, there is my son. He's not quite a genius, but he is close."
The truth is, I'm not a genius, but I want to be. I want to win the race, not just finish it. I want to be Miss America (not literally), not be the first runner up. I want to be on the red carpet, not standing behind the rope. I want to be in First Class, not sitting one row behind the curtain eating peanuts. I want to be somebody, not just somebody's brother.
The truth is that it is important whether you win or lose, not how you play the game. Coffee is for closers. Winner's do get the spoils. The meek won't inherit the world. Nice guys do finish last. No one will respect you in the morning. Government doesn't work for your good and no, there is no check in the mail.
The truth is that the truth is not pretty. Just look at my picture.