Hey hey hey this Drago Felagund here to talk with you.
You are definitely familiar with the moment when you’re in a group and you’re talking and having an awesome conversation. Shit is going uphill, you’re loving your life. You love it because you hardly talk to people and when you do you get thrown out of the group for being the asshole you are. But once in a while comes this conversation that really make you feel like you’re a part of society and some crazy notions like that.
You part ways with good feelings and good memories. You go to sleep that day extremely pleased with life and thank God(or thank science, in case you’re an atheist). We all have been there. It’s the best fucking feeling there is to feel. Even love. Actually way better than love.
Love is only for pussies.
The next day, someone asks you “Hey Mark, I saw you having a great conversation with Jennifer the other day. What do you think about her?” Your initial reaction would or could be “Hell bro, she’s awesome! She’s so smart and understanding! It’s great talking to her!” Then that nosy douchebag leaves you alone and you actually start thinking what Jennifer is REALLY like(not under her clothes, pervert. Although that would be pretty darn good too!).
And you realize, you don’t know SHIT about her. What she believes in, what her personality is. Or what kind of Buzzfeed quizzes she takes. You just can’t fathom her out.
This is a very common problem we all face. The reason why. Because they’re good at hiding their real them and good at projecting the best fake them! Yeah!
Jennifer was actually just a rock. That’s her reality. You were talking to a rock, man. Damn.
Or, you’re just too stupid and are horrible and understanding people. If that’s the case, you need to talk with Oprah. She’ll know what to do with you!
This is a real life experience. You tend to be who you really are with everyone. Everyone knows who the REAL you is. But the thing is, you don’t know anyone. Sometimes that is not a bad thing, but it is most of the times. You need to be more shrewd. I still haven’t become that way because the thing is, I like being myself. You may want to change yourself, but it’ll be difficult.
So after playing ping pong with my brain, let me finally tell you. Be who you are. Be you. I know it’s cliche and everyone says the same thing, but it’s true.
I want to help you. But you cocky sons of bitches ain’t got shit on me.
Long live Mark!