One of the biggest ironies of my life is that the few times I'm actually speaking and acting more like my true self, are the times when I am talking about the one thing that makes me act out of character to begin with.
I mean, honestly, the clumsiness is not an act – much as it pains me to admit it – but the stupidity is really just a ruse. It's ridiculous that when I am lying, Arthur believes me implicitly, but when I am being truthful, he thinks I'm uttering complete nonsense. Idiot.
Destiny. It'll be the death of me...