Why is everybody always picking on me?
It’s not a competition, really. More of a compare-and-contrast type of situation. I mean, I’m not better than him. He’s not above me. Truth be told, I’ve lived my whole life feeling sorry for the poor little guy, what with all of his very public humiliations and all. Turns out we are kindred spirits, he and I. We actually have more in common than I like to admit, though I will. Sigh. For instance, we are both pretty old. I mean he was born in 1948 and I came along a mere two decades later. He has weird hair. Me, too. His staunch belief of the good in people often ...