Maybe wishing too hard can sometimes upset the balance in the universe. So I apologise for what I wrote previously. Please, please let this go off without a hitch. I feel like I'm a side character in a John Le Carre novel.
Also, congratulations, Messrs. Randy Orton and Bryan Danielson. May the newest Age of Orton stretch into the foreseeable future and may a succession of self-styled egotistical heels be LeBelle-d into screaming and tapping out like little girls.
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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