@seoulsearch has so many great threads going so I’m going to ride her coattails.
Sometimes when I’m getting up in the morning and slowly sneaking up to the mirror I can’t shake the feeling that I should have been someone else. So there, right in my sight, there’s this wild eyed, middle aged woman looking back at me with this look…and I say to her, ne sois pas si critique, ne sois pas si critique, but she is just staring me down.
She is not satisfied. So I’m thinking, how can I make you happy? Naturellement, I have to change, so I tell her that I will be someone else. I will be someone special. I tell her that I want to write a book. I tell her I want to be like Pearl S. Buck, being the first American woman to win the Nobel Prize in literature. Only I can’t, because she already won that prize. So I tell the woman in the mirror that at least I will read a book, in English, and now I am reading Pearl S. Buck.
So I would want to be a connoisseur of literature in stead of being a person barking at people.