I heard a couple talking about writers and their perceptions of having a story to tell.

The man said, "Can you believe they're that pompous? To think that your story is so important. Look at me! I'm a sad artist! Read my story!"

The woman nodded her head, and said, "I know, right? They're so whiny, and think they're so special."

I ate my ravioli, and thought of my response to their words.