Do you ever just meet someone and think, “I just want to be apart of your story somehow. Even if it doesn’t last forever or if it’s only good for right now. You’re life is a book I want a chapter in but I’d even settle for a few short lines if that’s all you could muster up.”
No, you didn’t stump me or change my mind. I stopped talking because your argument is so invalid that I can’t even be bothered to honor it with a response.
I get away with saying horrible things to friends and strangers alike by coating it with just enough sarcasm that they think I’m joking. Sometimes I am and others I’m not.
