At the risk of sounding deep ("Oh wow Jess you're so sensitive"), I often wonder if I know what I think I know. ("Shit Jess. You're like Ghandi"........ stop talking to yourself. Dick)
For example. I know I'm a social chameleon. Just chillin with peeps. Changing certain aspects as to not scare the natives. But am I? While I think I'm being some kind of modern day smooth criminal, my respective peers are more than likely thinking one of the following.
-Why is this bitch still here...
-Why is she all up on me like Lafwanda.
-So I take it security's having a day off.
-Mmm gurrrrl. Fo sho shawtay. I'm feelin yal
Here's a hint. It's not the last one.
It's like when you hear the chess captain say "Oh yeah you guys know how loud I am". Bitch, please. Or the real 'individual' (I'm so unique it hurts inside... Ahhh woe is my life) 12 year old's that write "I love life" on their Bebo page. Okay first, you can not love life and have a Bebo. Second, you're 12.
Question is, can we ever 'know' anything. (Shit is that you wise wise Buddha? Oh it's just Jess....)
Well I have no idea. I'd say majority of the time we're wrong though.
No real logic.
We're just not that smart.
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