Nope.
I am convinced everyone hates me.
I’m right.
Nope.
I am convinced everyone hates me.
I’m right.
Sadly, no, not always.
That’s to where my brain immediately went:
As for humans, I can’t speak for others, but I don’t really have single “favorites” of anything - people, food, music, books, whatever. In every category I may have several things that I can list as favorites, and I can wax poetically about the individuals on that list, but asking me to narrow it down to one would be like asking me to pick my favorite finger.
I can attest to that.
Word.
Too many unfortunately. It’s kind of a curse, actually. Outwardly super positive, inwardly dying.
Pick one person, and let them in. Just a little bit. You don’t have to pretend.
I’m an actual solipsist, which you all know, and the answer is still “no”.
So you’re not you’re own favorite person?
I’m everyone’s favourite person. Everyone thinks I’m great. I’m the best at being the best, most favourite person of everybody, they all agree. Ask anyone. they all have me at the top. I’m really the best, and my fans, my people who like me, all like me the most and in fact they said it was so much more than other people’s favourites that I am the best favourite ever, they said.
Me? Probably not anyone’s number one, but on a good day, I’d like to think I make someone’s top 10.
In fact, wherever I go and whoever I’m with, you’ll find the conversation shifts to a monologue about how great I am and how everyone loves me. It’s true.
Last night my son said that his sister had just told him that her favourite person was me – and my wife too. The fact that she can’t decide is the best answer for me.
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