Charisma?

I just passed the forty-hour mark. No sleep. Or if I have slept, I don't recall it. I think I might have caught a nap somewhere in betwixt all the movement and thought-waves.

I'm exhausted, finally. I hope, at least.

'Bill, do you realize the charisma you carry with you?'

That was his question to me. I looked at him, barely realizing someone was speaking to me at that point, and gave him the same answer I give everyone.

'Of course.'

How could I not be aware of it, when I abuse it so? I use whatever charisma it is that I have to my advantage, every step of the way. It's why I have my little 'fan clubs', as some are known to call them. I've been told it's in my words; that it's in my body language; that it's in my overall attitude. In all honesty, it's probably none of that. It's just...me. I don't think about how my words or actions are going to affect someone else; hell, most of the time, I don't even care how they affect someone else. I say what I say and do what I do because it's what I feel like saying or what I feel like doing. Other peoples reactions are not going to influence my actions. For every action, there is not always an equal yet opposite reaction. More often than not, there's a smart-assed, off-the-wall or otherwise Bill-esque reaction that has nothing to do with the first party's initial action and/or response.

If I held myself back from acting without thinking, I would lose that oh-so-elusive 'charisma'. That's what really draws people to me: my ability to completely ignore everyone else's opinion and just go my own way.

Ok, enough ego-masturbation, I'm going to bed.



Maybe.