
I was gonna make some quippy post about how the news got my picture from a bad angle.
But then I had a zen realization it didn't matter.
I've just gotten everything I've ever wanted in life, and I wasn't even trying.
I feel cheated and yet happy and yet completely hollow.
And all that comes to mind is the adage about the butterfly:
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”