The only thing
I’ve ever wanted to be is
giddily, gloriously happy with me. There
may be cynicism in other men’s eyes, but my
ultimate satisfaction lies
in knowing
that I am complete in myself, that I
am on the very top shelf of all
that’s admirable in my mind. It’s
quite possible you will find
me somewhat
lacking (in your estimation). I
simply regard that as a manifestation of your
short-sighted inability to see the
delight I take in being me.