but yet, there you are, sir Giant, guest of the evening, potential crush of my good friend, and because you've read all the queer theory there is, you feel the need to respond to every claim with antagonism, as if my entire vocabulary is intended to challenge you and your values. our dear sweet friend tries to share a story about a neurotic girl she met who after wanting to tell her she didn't need a bra in greece, then flashes said friend in a public restaurant in order to prove said fact. my friend is telling this story expecting us all to laugh in shock at the sort of ridiculousness of that situation (good or not, toplessness is usually pretty ridiculous) and when we do, you, ugh, YOU, decide to recline in your chair and say, "right onnnnnn" as if this story was remotely intended to be political. it was funny. but instead of laughing, you say, "right onnnn" forcing my sweet friend to feel bad about insinuating something in said story, when clearly this insinuation was the very intention of the story, so she fumbles and says, "i mean, yeah, totally! but like-" and have you noticed me glaring you with total annoyance yet?
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and i'm tired of how drawn they are to all these terribly tragic lyrics, sounds, films, movies, and books - because as complicated as every individual life is (including theres, yes, i know) - i fail to see what they could appreciate about tragedy knowing so fucking little about it. and it's by virtue of these spoiled, spoiled, rotten! just rotten! eggs, that culture spawns equally terrible people like me. i am pretentious, and i do judge you, because you spend your privileged time wanting to be something i wish i didn't have to be.
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