Should I
write about this? Should I examine—no, dissect—my only remaining relationship? Why not? What else have I got to do?
Yesterday Justin
showed me a Zoom presentation he’s created for our prospective clients. It’s a well-made presentation. The problem is the presenter.
I haven’t
seen Justin in years. We used to Skype until
I got fed up with his bigotry and told him I was done with him. Eventually I relented, but now we talk only by
telephone.
I can see
from the presentation that he’s changed, and not for the better.
Some people
of mixed-race ancestry have an exotic beauty. Justin isn’t one of them.
Nevertheless he’s vain, buys expensive fashionable clothes and boasts of
exercising every day—which may be true, but he's gained weight
over the years and now looks soft and flabby—which makes his boasted prowess with
women sound ridiculous.
As I watched him host the presentation, he stuck a finger up one nostril and started picking it as unselfconsciously as a toddler.
Justin is
one of the least self-aware persons I’ve ever been involved with. Is there something about me that attracts
people like this? Probably not. Most people lack self-awareness.
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