I don’t have a super clear face. I don’t have the smallest waist. I don’t have a six pack or a lot of muscles. I don’t have the straightest teeth. I’m not super sociable all the time. I’m super awkward when it comes to meeting new people. I can’t always keep the conversation going. I can be boring…
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
It serves as a big reality check when your significant other disses you.