I was thinking about someone I knew who reminded me of Gatsby (The Great Gatsby, Scott Fitzgerald) and the reasons I eventually felt sorry for him rather than hated him. He's dead now but I wish he wasn't although I would still feel sorry for him if he was alive.
He was the ultimate manipulator and it didn't bother him and I still don't understand why it didn't bother him. He was intuitive and brilliant but he never looked in the mirror of his self. Why?
One day I'll probably run into him again (he wasn't evil  and he deserved a place in the 'heaven' I think we go to) and I hope I can talk to him again. I don't like feeling like that about anyone and I know Fitzgerald didn't either. And when I put down some of Fitzgerald's other books I wonder if he realized that he'd become the very person he most didn't want to be.
Anyway, on a happier note, I have to go to have a hearing test to see if I need to upgrade my hearing aids. Yes I wear hearing aids. And I'm very aware of them although no one else is, and I covet the newest ones that are almost invisible because I'm vain and I don't want people to think I'm old. Stupid I know, but then so is the idea of being old. I have outlived friends and family but I don't feel any older than I was when I started writing, forty odd years ago.