I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn’t I admit it when I know it’s true?
My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win.
You can’t imagine how often I’ve tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne—to beat her down, hide her.
But it doesn’t work, and I know why. I’m afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side,
a better and finer side. I’m afraid they’ll mock me, think I’m ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously.
I’m used to not being taken seriously, but only the “lighthearted” Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the “deeper” Anne is too weak.
If I force the good Anne into the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she’s called upon to speak,
and lets Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, she’s disappeared.
So the nice Anne is never seen in company. She’s never made a single appearance, though she almost always takes the stage when I’m alone.
I know exactly how I’d like to be, how I am... on the inside. But unfortunately I’m only like that with myself.
And perhaps that’s why—no, I’m sure that’s the reason why— I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think I’m happy on the outside.
I’m guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I’m nothing but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether.
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