But just like any perfect person who you admire from afar, you can’t invite them into your own house, otherwise they’ll notice the imperfections and the fragilities of your own life. We can’t have people comparing. It’s best to shut them out until you find a crack, a tiny fault in them that levels out the playing field. Then the invitation gets sent out. The olives are poured into ceramic bowls and champagne into flutes. We’re equal, we’re no better than each other. Now we can be friends.
