“I am such an awesome person that I am going to get close to this girl just so I can have sex with her and when she decides I am a nice person and tells me she’d like for us to be friends, I am going to be passive-aggressive about it and complain that I have been ‘friendzoned’ and that most women are bitches who don’t appreciate nice guys.”—Every “nice guy”, ever
She said she was one of the odd ones. The girl who came into the world without a touch of beauty on any of her features. She admitted how thin she was, how dry her hair was, how lacking she was. No envy or sadness, though, ever spawned from these flaws. Rather creativity and motivation came to life. Making the best of what she was given. She absorbed a myriad of styles and, in turn, inspired style. She wasn’t born beautiful, but was raised beautifully.
Certain people believe that they have me fooled because I choose to be obsequious on most subjects but what they don’t even realize is that I’m just allowing them to do whatever the fuck they want and silently observing. If I were to promulgate any of my thoughts or feelings, I’d be inferior and that’s the last thing I want. The reason I stay voice-less is strictly because I’m benefiting my perspicacity. While others convince themselves that they have the upper hand, they’re fatuous in reality. But I guess it is pretty damn amusing to watch. My intentions aren’t to be pernicious but it just ends up that way because I retreat to habitual behavior.
I’m pretty sure I had you all figured out the second I met you. It wasn’t hard because there really isn’t much to you. However, I’ll just allow you to continue feeling superior while I sit here oh-so confused. We both have duties. You are to be my guinea-pig and I must remember that. So basically, be yourself and I’m sorry for what’s to come.