'tis a fine fine sunshine day when we are coerced into the throws of all things we wish we were able to do, by those able to do them. Moreover, there is an odd sort of solace to be found in the exposure gained by absolute parallels in people, who one would never meet voluntarily. However circumstances force paths to cross and 'lo and behold' an accquaintance of questionable repute now ranks in your otherwise spotless charge sheet.
You are 'officially' interesting, because you can now rub shoulders with 'the popular'. So you rub the shoulders, walk the walk, talk the talk and act the act. Then you step back, stop and realise THAT is what makes you "UN-interesting", you are officially part of the herd, no doubt a popular herd. More of the pedigreed, pampered posse' than the working class dregs, but a herd never the less. You can now BAAAAAA! to your hearts content.
The solitary lion in you is going, going...gone.
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