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danieru in tokyo
Friday, February 18, 2005
 
Who is Souza?
RV asked me to ponder as I crouched, infused with Laphroaig, somewhere on the floor of a darkened bedroom at 1am.

People interpret how they wish - Bell has an amusing characteristic with regard to the pronunciation if his name. Worth misfiring just for the comedy, as it never fails. People have
(amongst other names) referred to me as Dan, Danny, Daniel and DannyBoy. Some ask "are you a Dan or a Daniel". "I don't mind" is never the answer they want to hear. Certainly, something of your character is defined in your name. Irrelevant of what is cast on the birth certificate, it is unlikely that a man who calls himself Toby will ever toast a drink to the man who calls himself Tobias.

In line with the array of self-deprecating narcissistic tendencies I display, I am more bothered about what other people want to call me, than mapping out a defined role for myself. Perception is all that matters.

Thus I do not care who I am, because there is no Daniel. The Holy Grail in Who I Am is the social chameleon - the one who is everything to everyone. The guy who you part company with, ostensibly convinced that a bonding of the souls like no other has transpired.

My insecurities asphyxiate striving for this precipice.

Summary: Souza is shallow. Like no other.

// I can say this now, for merely two days ago, I awoke elightened from the clouded mental turmoil ordinarily treated with Prozac. Blank staring overtaken by focussed glaring. I am here now.


Three sucesses tonight:


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