This should be subtitled, “Cleaning my office, Part I” since I ran across it yesterday when I was going through the piles and folders and boxes of papers that all came out of hiding when I moved offices recently.
Anyway, it was a copy of an article in The Onion from right about 10 years ago: “Nobody Really Understands Me” by Fermat’s Last Theorem. It began:
Look, I really don’t have all that much to complain about. I’m well respected. I’m considered quite elegant in my own way. And, in certain circles, I’m seen as quite a romantic and mysterious set of figures. But despite all this, sometimes I still can’t help feeling like no one truly understands me.
You can find the rest of the article here.
