"everything must be so easy for you..." he muttered in a particularly dry tone.
my shoulders followed my retracting head as i pulled away from him, eyebrows scrunched. my face loosened up, mouth resting ajar, but wavering slightly- opening with each hasty retort that came to mind, but closing as i hesitated - until i finally responded, "do i really sound that cocky?"
"yeh, kind of... it's like you're constantly trying to prove to everyone that you're some kind of genius."
he caught me off guard.
i can't deny that there's a great deal of truth to his claim - my mouth is usually too modest to utter braggadocious words about myself, however, my brain most certainly is not (i've known myself to manipulate others to say the words that i could not say about myself) - but channelled through his filter, in the context of this statement, i can't seem to figure out where my pathology ends and his resentment begins.
my shoulders followed my retracting head as i pulled away from him, eyebrows scrunched. my face loosened up, mouth resting ajar, but wavering slightly- opening with each hasty retort that came to mind, but closing as i hesitated - until i finally responded, "do i really sound that cocky?"
"yeh, kind of... it's like you're constantly trying to prove to everyone that you're some kind of genius."
he caught me off guard.
i can't deny that there's a great deal of truth to his claim - my mouth is usually too modest to utter braggadocious words about myself, however, my brain most certainly is not (i've known myself to manipulate others to say the words that i could not say about myself) - but channelled through his filter, in the context of this statement, i can't seem to figure out where my pathology ends and his resentment begins.
judas:
the more it bites, the more it does to make one awesome.
il_brutto:
I think this journal entry sort of proves his point. Was that mean? I can never tell.