It's on days like these, when you wake up, look in the mirror and spot a pretty face that I'm thankful for existing. A thing of fragile beauty stares at me from the mirror and reminds me that I'm one of the lucky ones, the chosen epitome of everything that is sexy about a human being, a vessel for avant-genetics.
You bite your lip and think ''So this is true, not everyone is given this gift. I shall cherish this moment and be humble about it''. Then you dress up, drink the first cup of coffee of the day, and ponder on the atrocious consequences that being a waste of human tissue causes for the doomed, the unlucky martyrs, those who never had the chance to feel good about themselves.
Amen.
