Thursday, December 15, 2005

Getting Mortified

There is possibly no better way of growing up than being able to laugh at oneself and what better than staging a show of your most embarassing moment for an audience ?

I doubt if I could bring myself read some of my painfully saccharine verse from the early teens even to myself let alone to others. I have them stuffed in a big brown envelope, stapled and scotch-taped - so high is their cringe quotient. Not sure exactly why I still hang on to them - foolish sentimentality perhaps. But then I never considered the potential they have to make other people laugh.

Just shows I have long ways to go before I am comfortable in my own skin - flaws, blemishes and all.

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