That sinking feeling that all your stupid inside jokes, with any of your friends or lovers, aren't as entertaining or relevant to them as they are to you.
It's being vulnerable in a ridiculous sense, and feeling all the more vulnerable for the fact that no one notices, or knows you well enough to recognize it.
Like a perpetual motion machine of vulnerability.
That's the most inane comparison I've come up with lately, I think.
Good thing I wasn't feeling vain enough to share this blog address, or I'd feel further worse for exposing my poor vulnerability slash disassociative puns.
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