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What about me says that my politeness or bluntness invokes an ulterior motive? I literally have no expectations of other people 99.9% of the time, and when I do, it's because of my own stupid bullshit. I try to be as nice as I can, but I'm going to be honest with who I am first.
I've had a tough time, and my existence, while privileged, was not what you think. Everything about me might speak to otherwise, but it's just not true. I have more than my fair share of scars, and stories to tell. It's not been a journey for me, but a saga in parts.
This is why I get so upset when people make assumptions about me, or they think I don't know what I look like, or how I might be unaware of my actions. Trust me when I say, I am calculated despite my gung-ho attitude, because I'm usually playing 4D Chess while cracking a joke.
Everything, EVERYTHING has subtext and context. You cannot escape either if you have ever been born. It's how we form the basis of who we become, and we grow into it as we approach our acquittance from our individual mortality. That is to say, our pasts develop and catch up to us
I'm tired of having to explain myself to everyone about everything, and yet, I also cannot escape it or help myself. It is a quirk and a flaw. Everything must have some reason, and that's why I keep asking questions rather than just take certain things at face value.
So you want to know why I haven't been able to fill my always lustful inner-void? Because I can't stop asking questions and feeling insecure about it when I actually know or find out the answers. I am an information sponge, and I cannot help myself for it.
I suppose I should explain what brought on this thread, but I don't feel like it, so I won't. I'll just leave it where it lies, and you can figure out the context all on your own.
