Blah Blah Blah, that’s all you have to say. Nothing of real substance, just fluffy little thoughts that pop into your fluffy little head. You talk about clothes, and the latest fashions, who’s going where with whom. Forget about politics, the world economy, or anything outside of your little bubble, it’s all about you and what you think is important. Whenever I would try to steer the conversation to a different track, you’d completely run over me as if I hadn’t even opened my mouth. What is it with you? Are you really that vapid? I remember when I first met you, how worldly I thought you were. After a month of knowing you, now I think I was mistaken. I can’t take it in more! Your world is too small, too confined for my tastes. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can stay cooped up in that little bubble. It was nice knowing you, but I think I’ll go to wider pastures.
Note: This is not to anyone I actually know, I just wrote whatever came into my head. So please don;t take offense!
1 comment:
Youch lol. Are you sure it wasn't meant for anyone you know? Ok, stupid question, you just said it wasn't.
I've met my fair share of people like that and I always wondered: how do they do it? Live and be happy with themselves wrapped up, as you said, in a bubble? It's completely beyond my comprehension.
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