call me a bigot, but...

i woke up this morning with the stirring realization that my life wasn't interesting enough for people to read about and be instantaneously enthralled with.

it dawned on me that i'd been in a constant state of denial over how appealing my life had been. i could've named five other people with lives that appeared fulfilling; lives that i'd traded with in a heartbeat.

however.

i wouldn't want to wake up tomorrow morning as a woman.

and so i felt assured, and went back to sleep.