Have you noticed the stories in some weekly magazines about people who are injured, seriously handicapped or unlucky in some other way? They fill people's need to feel superior, to feel happy and lucky, compared to the unlucky ones. It seems I fill that need for some people now.
Others call my mother to find out, where I'm heading for an interview or if I've got a job yet.
I remember when we were unlucky to have a disease in the family. People stopped me in the street just to ask about it. Not that they wanted to help, they just wanted details to have something to gossip about at their next dinner party. After a while I realized that all the gossip just made the situation worse for the family. Now I know who they are, so I recognize those kind of people.
I wonder, I'm writing a blog, isn't that enough information? Do they have to call my mother?
I'll show all these idiots. I'll come back and be successful. And then I'll know who are my friends and who are not.
