A little story about being self-conscious


At times I feel a little selfconscious. I was sitting at a busstop that was out of service, to relax. And I got a bit selfconscious about it looking as if I was waiting for the bus. Until I realised that my selfconsciousness already includes knowing that the busstop is out of service. It’s rather a metaphor cause there is nothing to this situation really. Now you might think, ok if I wasn’t selfconscious then it’s not inclusive so you might get s.c. because of that but then you would realise that being s.c. still is absurd for the reason I just mentioned, so it’s kind of a thing of you might aswell not be s.c. or nevermind or such.

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