“If you had any more tawdry quirks, you could open a tawdry quirk shop. The madcap vehicle, the tousled hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student? I’m surprised you haven’t got a little purple space dog, just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are.” Doctor Who: Amy’s Choice Simon Nye
I’ve been thinking of that line today. I’m not sure why. It could be because I realise I’ve been rumbled, that various people around me realise that I’m a fraud. I am actually quite good at some fairly complex tasks, but I can be really rubbish at some (many) very, very basic ones. Which may or may not be the results of depression, social anxiety and/or autism, but that’s not really the point. Well, I’m not exactly a fraud, as I never claimed to be very good at anything much, but I’m worried about rejection in a big way. In two very big ways. And it frightens me. Because I think my “tawdry quirks” would make it hard to pick myself up again, in general and in those particular areas.