Talking to oneself while in public is rather unbecoming. I prefer to think of it as irony. Or journaling around voyeurs (just wish I was prettier), but I like the word irony.
Is it irony that I care so little for the opinions of the masses, and yet I secretly crave someone looking at me? yes.
Is it irony that I never believed myself intelligent until I had brain damage? yes.
Is it irony that I hate pigeonholing and being pigeonholed and yet I find myself using words like irony in a place where the word is played out, looking like the type who would use a played out word thinking himself smart while coming off as a fool and a --hipster? idc.
Is it irony that I care so little for the opinions of the masses, and yet I secretly crave someone looking at me? yes.
Is it irony that I never believed myself intelligent until I had brain damage? yes.
Is it irony that I hate pigeonholing and being pigeonholed and yet I find myself using words like irony in a place where the word is played out, looking like the type who would use a played out word thinking himself smart while coming off as a fool and a --hipster? idc.