A strange thing happens when you encounter someone of your own ilk -- particularly if your ilk is unlike the rest of “society’s” select ilks. There are only a few ilks in existence worthy of admiration, or so they would have you believe. But I digress.
When you catch the eye of someone of your ilk, they look you up and down and then quickly avert their gaze. You know they are thinking, “I am not like you.”
I try to say with my eyes, if I am able to get their attention again, “You are exactly like me. And I am exactly like you.”
And then I have the feeling that we are both ashamed of it.
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Clearly, you do not check all your comments - go to July - ilk
I check all my comments! They are emailed to me. I can't figure out who you are...but I have a suspicion...
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