บท 323: A Confusing Answer

Cue more the feverish state of festivity, sing more the glorious hymns to my wondrous feats… because surely we didn't have any more of those already. 

Without sounding like an ungrateful overly-pampered prick that there ever was, my newfound stardom was starting to feel just that little bit too… exasperating. 

You can smile through so many photo ops before you are no longer capable of it anymore, it was like repeating a word for the umpteenth time, eventually, you just lose all meaning of it… and in my case, people opted I stayed my lips neutral then risk another botch selfie where their hero looked more donkey than human.

The festival was a raging rapids, and I was on a dinky boat without a single paddle, resigned to just holding on to the edges for dear life as the river winded and steered me from one waterfall to the other.