I have a perverse sense of exhibition.
No, not that kind.
But I think I take some sort of pleasure in having other people know my secrets. I love the thrill of confessing and seeing the other person's reaction. I love justifying my exploits, injecting the occasional minor embellishment or two just to see them squeal. I even like being talked about, as irritating as it is that sometimes almost strangers come up to me and ask about my misadventures.
This journal is a pretty good example, I think.
No, not that kind.
But I think I take some sort of pleasure in having other people know my secrets. I love the thrill of confessing and seeing the other person's reaction. I love justifying my exploits, injecting the occasional minor embellishment or two just to see them squeal. I even like being talked about, as irritating as it is that sometimes almost strangers come up to me and ask about my misadventures.
This journal is a pretty good example, I think.
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