I know this boy. He’s a very, very attractive boy with a very, very unattractive reputation. He’s gotten one girl pregnant and had several other pregnancy scares. He’s kind to people who he deems worthy of being kind to, but only them. To everyone else? He couldn’t care less. He can be rude. He has a perverse nature. You have to entertain him. But you learn, it’s not worth it. He’s the boy everyone wants to be best friend friends with. He seems so appealing when you look at him: the great span of the picture that is him. But then you look close. And you then you realize… he’s not very pretty at all. Why were you ever attracted to a boy like that? I never really was —- I was, however, star struck when he started acting like he wanted to be my friend. That was important to me. Then, the minute I started getting close… I became disenchanted. He was tiresome. He was a part of that select group of men and women who, from afar are beautiful, radiant, spectacular… and who are nothing but tiresome, overwhelming, and ugly when up close. It makes you wonder… are you a tiresome one?
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