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I'm in Starbucks on trendy Byers Road in the fashionable West End of Glasgow... having a Toffee Nut latte after finishing my Gingerbread Spice latte, listening to Karen Carpenter singing a sad song.
Time for some pathetic introspection, I think. I have not lived up to my potential in life, unfortunately. I am not the world-beating go-getter that I might have turned out to be. I am not fabulously wealthy or incredibly brilliant. I am not suave and debonair. I do not have the artistic genius of Monet or the athleticism of Jesse Owens. I am rather sub-ordinary in many, many ways.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I know I am blessed with the love of a good woman and a dog. I am not as bad off as I could've been.
Time for some pathetic introspection, I think. I have not lived up to my potential in life, unfortunately. I am not the world-beating go-getter that I might have turned out to be. I am not fabulously wealthy or incredibly brilliant. I am not suave and debonair. I do not have the artistic genius of Monet or the athleticism of Jesse Owens. I am rather sub-ordinary in many, many ways.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I know I am blessed with the love of a good woman and a dog. I am not as bad off as I could've been.