That last thought stroked my ego a little more than necessary. Today was a complete turnaround, full of unexpected humbling experiences that I never once dreamed I'd be able to have. First and foremost, I had tea with a man who owns a car worth upwards of $500,000 dollars. When I slid into this abomination, I tried desperately to ignore the white leather interior, the fabulous design, and the overwhelming feeling of that manly elegance that only true luxury can provide. I failed miserably. It was a piece of breathtaking artistry that makes my pretty little 2005 Toyota Corolla seem offensive to the road. If you'll allow me, I'll enjoy this little tangent: if we equate the worth of the car to the worth of her owner, he is an American God, and I am virtually invisible. No matter how I make myself sparkle or how gracefully I might maneuver myself through the world, I must always remember that I am made of lower quality material all around-- and once I lose my shiny-ness, I will have to return to the bland and incredibly poor world from whence I came. Who do I think I am, going to high class soirees and parading my beauty and intelligence off for all to see? Who do I think I am to drive on the roads with the big boys, to race them to the finish line, to convince them that I am am also very accustomed to their lifestyle? That Maybach will scream utter magnificence even in death. I, on the other hand, must remember my roots-- and that my tiny little engine will eventually sputter, and I'll be abandoned in the dust of this ridiculous peacocks that surround me. Maybe at that point, I'll regain my goddamned humanity. This thought humbled me considerably, and while I was still shining my natural light, I enjoyed the feeling of being small... and then, when I was on the corner walking home, a lady approached me and asked very politely, "Excuse me, miss. Pardon my bothering you, but could you help me? Just get a hot dog or something?" My younger self, the low life, ignored it as misdirected-- but then I looked down at my designer coat, the pretty black dress, those well made leather heels... shit. When did this happen to me? Of course I took her into Subway. She wasn't greedy, and even though I told her to get whatever she wanted, she settled on a 6 inch turkey sub, and at my prompting, a drink. I was all smiles, paid for it, and walking out with her when she asked if I might want to share half with her.