The third most amazing thing in my life is realising how I have not yet disintegrated into a pile of my own incompetence.

I've never lost my wallet ever ever ever before. Until today. If anyone sees a slightly depressed looking wallet lying in the grass with bits of her orange shell peeling off revealing cheap plastic interior - Please offer her a tissue. Ask her some questions: How's her day been? How's the weather? Fine? What's her favourite colour? How does money smell and whether or not she gets bored seeing the inside of a dirty pocket all day long. But most of all, ask her this: If she had wings, or really, any manner of appendages for travel and freedom - would she still return to me?

This makes me wonder... I can't be the only socially awkward person out there. There should be more. There must be more.
Come on by, come on by. All you people who can't live well-adjusted, intellectual lives. Yes, you there with your crooked mask! Take it off. Take off the awkward smiling mask you wear on your face all day long, don't you get hot underneath? Oh, I see. You can't take off your mask without tearing off your skin too? Well, me neither. So let's just sit here with masks in our hands and flesh hanging off our chins. We'll look at each other and smile, smile smile that awkward smile we give to others all day long - but at least now we can see each other's skull beneath.