You're the misunderstood super-star. You demand that the people of the world throw you upon their collective shoulder, march you down to the halls of the greats, imprint your hand into wet-cement, and then retreat to stare adoringly at you from afar. The terrible thing about this is that you have the talent to inspire this reaction in people, but you cannot bring yourself to get up on the stage. This is because you insist that the world should come to you, and you can't bear the idea that you would have to sell yourself... and so you are doomed to a small, but loyal, following for all eternity. You probably have an affinity for potatoes. |
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