Gary cornered me about it the other night.
"I think you're just fooling yourself," he told me.
"I'm not," I responded.
"But you are. I hear you all the time."
"You hear me? Oh, god." I was mortified.
"No, that's my point," he explained. "I hear you laughing. I hear you talking. I don't hear other things."
"So?"
"So, I'm saying that—"
"Look, I know what I'm doing. I'm not fooling myself. And when I'm ready to call it something else? I'll call it something else. Until then, I know that I feel good, I know that my life is full, busy, and happy."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"But you're fooling yourself."
"I think you're just fooling yourself," he told me.
"I'm not," I responded.
"But you are. I hear you all the time."
"You hear me? Oh, god." I was mortified.
"No, that's my point," he explained. "I hear you laughing. I hear you talking. I don't hear other things."
"So?"
"So, I'm saying that—"
"Look, I know what I'm doing. I'm not fooling myself. And when I'm ready to call it something else? I'll call it something else. Until then, I know that I feel good, I know that my life is full, busy, and happy."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"But you're fooling yourself."
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