but in the end no matter what you do, you will come shining through

Revisionist history.

That’s what they call it, this thing you’re doing.

Picking and choosing bits and pieces to remember and forget in a concentrated but feeble attempt at making a better you, as if years of incompetency will turn magically into something more if you close your eyes and wish just… hard… enough.

Learning from, not outright denying, past mistakes is a more proven way to develop yourself into something worth having, but I reckon you’ll figure that out soon enough. Along with everyone else.

But whatever.

Ça va.

That’s what they say in France. Ça va.

Or sometimes ça-to-the-va, if you’re in an urban area. Incidentally, “urban” still means “of, relating to, or located in a city” in France, probably due to the lack of black people. Damned dirty Algerians don’t count, you see.

Or can’t.

I forget.

It’s one or the other, I think.