Time to get up off the mat

As I sipped an overpriced beer atop a Pacific lounge crowded by the "beautiful" L.A. people, I felt like a cowering ant lost amongst a forest of giants. And then I began to wonder why I felt so out of place. Was it the reflection of twilight off their glowing skin, their picture perfect bodies and outfits, or the confidence and arrogance with which they beamed?