There is a question often posed which fills one with dread:
‘What do you do?’
And when met with such a negation one is thus forced to reveal their true identity.
It is a tough job, but one often recalls that old idiom of the superhero:
It is a complex operation that comprises of reproducing a list of inconsequential facts about myself and placing them clumsily within the infrastructure.
Once I have broken through the initial framework I must attempt to entice the rejection by recounting a narrative of exaggerated positive attributes that are particular to it.
To find these attributes within one’s self is a rather arduous task, and converting them to words is even harder. Once they have been pulled out however, they become abstracted from the body.