Signs You Could Be a Butterfly Dreaming You're a Man (or Woman), As Chuang Tzu Suggested

You experience a vague sense of schadenfreude whenever you’re around moths.

People are always saying you remind them of Tinkerbell.

You can't figure out why Imelda Marcos’ nickname offends you so much.

You were once chased by a funny-looking English dude carrying a small net and wearing khaki shorts, knee socks, and a pith helmet. He didn't look at all scary but for some reason you were terrified.

You sometimes have a fluttering feeling in your stomach but, butterflies? No.

You remember having  a dejaYou experience a vague sense of schadenfreude whenever you’re around moths.

People are always saying you remind them of Tinkerbell.

You can't figure out why Imelda Marcos’ nickname offends you so much.

You were once chased by a funny-looking English dude carrying a small net and wearing khaki shorts, knee socks, and a pith helmet. He didn't look at all scary but for some reason you were terrified.

You sometimes have a fluttering feeling in your stomach but, butterflies? No.

You remember having  a deja vu experience once when you spotted a caterpillar.

Children adore you even though you don't like them all that much.

You can fit a completed first draft of your memoirs on a table napkin.

Aspiring boxers are always asking you to teach them how to float like a butterfly.

You’re always seeing tattoos of you, even on perfect strangers.

You and many of your friends have second homes in central America.

You always keep your distance from that guy in your office who thinks he might be a bird dreaming he‘s a man.

You're not afraid of needles, but you're deathly afraid of pins.

You remember having a deja vu experience once when you spotted a caterpillar.

Children adore you even though you don't like them all that much.

You can fit a completed first draft of your memoirs on a table napkin.

Aspiring boxers are always asking you to teach them how to float like a butterfly.

You’re always seeing tattoos of you, even on perfect strangers.

You and many of your friends have second homes in central America.

You always keep your distance from that guy in your office who thinks he might be a bird dreaming he‘s a man.

You're not afraid of needles, but you're deathly afraid of pins.