Nobody likes people like me. The impertinent observer. The nosy interloper. The irreverent spy. The contemptuous chronicler. The wry mole. The mirror incarnate.

Addendum (February 17, 2017)

Glorious, this. Writing about myself, as well as a few others in my orbit, I have written a great deal about my fellow humans. No holds barred. No bullshit, either. But the bits that are hardest to swallow are about others. Which is why so many among my friends and enemies search my Residua website with their names only. Apparently, nothing else interests them more than themselves. Unaware of Google Analytics, they only prove my point. A pitiful species, to be sure. No surprise it abhors mirrors of my ilk, which go deep under the glorious surface and piles of makeup for the innocent. Adding to their misery, I am perfectly normal, as well. The mirror incarnate for true.