Don’t Be That Guy, Weird Skills #3

This month I’m bleaching my teeth and working on my gait.

I still walk with the duck feet of a fat guy whose thighs will rub together, otherwise. Now whenever I walk I stare down at my feet and think “Point in, goddammit!” Although, I guess, if we want to get flattering about it you could say I walk like John Wayne.

The teeth bleaching I’m doing just because I got it for free and why not?

Oh, and I should have a house by Friday. Probably won’t get to actually live inside of it until Sunday though. Too much to do at work, etc.

So, with all the changes going on and all the things I am slowly becoming, I want to take a moment to say:

One thing I never ever want to be is the guy who when asked “What is your greatest weakness?” responds with some variation of “Definitely how strong I am.”

I want to be this guy.

I don’t know what the difference is, really, except wanting to become Ace Rimmer doesn’t give me douche-chills.