Would all that admiration eventually have made me overconfident?
It's a good thing that, at the height of my glory, I was suddenly plunged into reality.
It took me more than a year to get used to doing without admiration. How did they see me at school?
As the class comedian, the eternal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby.
Was it any wonder that everyone wanted to bicycle to school with me or do me little favors?
I look back at that Anne Frank as a pleasant, amusing, but superficial girl, who has nothing to do with me.
What did Peter say about me? “Whenever I saw you, you were surrounded by a flock of girls and at least two boys,
you were always laughing, and you were always the center of attention!” He was right.
What's remained of that Anne Frank? Oh, I haven't forgotten how to laugh or toss off a remark,
I'm just as good, if not better, at raking people over the coals, and I can still flirt and be amusing, if I want to be...
But there's the catch. I'd like to live that seemingly carefree and happy life for an evening, a few days, a week.
At the end of that week I'd be exhausted, and would be grateful to the first person to talk to me about something meaningful.
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