Only six out of 6.5 billion people saw you do that?

Lately I've been imagining myself and all other people as Lilliputian-sized creatures ever preened and pressed and hustling about with tiny vanilla lattes and amazingly detailed model-toy outfits.

It's a comforting thought, particularly when one is otherwise distracted by such eye-rolling defeats as, "This neck pimple makes it look like I was bitten by a sabertoothed vampire," and "I should really stop getting Prince Valiant haircuts."

 

Plus, viewing everything as tiny and meaningless can turn you into a nihilist, which is very sexy and decadent!