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Why I Pretend I Don’t Like You Like That


But, why would girls be like that?
There’s a sense in which guys also do exactly this, but it’s more of a girlie thing if you ask me.

It should have a lot to do with the societal orientation that girls are meant to be chased after, not the ones doing the chasing..

..and a lot many other factors.
I’m lazy to organize my thoughts and start typing out all the stuff running through my mind.
But as complicated as it could be, it’s still the easiest ish ever.
Go by the Author’s guidelines.

Thought Catalog

I’m pretending that I don’t like you like that, and I bet you don’t even know. Why would you? I’ve put a lot of effort into this charade, and I’m pulling it off with such ease I’ve almost even convinced myself that I don’t like you like that. Sort of like that creepy thing people do when they’re sad and just smile anyway; eventually the smile becomes real, and the forced weirdness just fades away.

So listen, instead of telling you I like you like that, this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to tell you about some other guy I think is hot or who I’ve slept with recently. Maybe I want you to get jealous, but mostly I just want you to get the impression that I don’t like you like that. I’ll probably hit you in the arm when you say something funny, or brush…

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Posted by on June 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

Someone dropped it like it’s hot..


I am not totally unfamiliar with this..

It’s like urinating in the swimming pool,
or staring at someone when your eyes are shielded behind dark shades.

I waited for the train heading to Springs. 30 or so minutes later, it arrived. There were already too many passengers on board. And there were too many people waiting to get onboard. Needless to say, there was a standard-sized crowd in the car I was in by the time the train got rolling along. Then it happened.

Someone dropped it.
There were too many people standing close together and to start trying to figure out who dropped it would be to attempt a futile-from-start assignment. Soon someone started “mmhhh..” and “bla-blah” in the local language. I didn’t need to understand the words but I knew he was addressing the fart that had just been dropped.

For all I cared, the very guy who started the nose-covering and all the “mmhh..” could be the perpetrator. Maybe.maybe not. Well, it wasn’t too serious a situation. I had seen this happen a lot of times, so I just smiled. It wasn’t me who did it tho. But whoever did the thing was right there within inches of me – and he certainly knew he was the culprit. Or, who farts and doesn’t know he farted?


Could the very people who claim to be fighting terrorism in Nigeria be the people funding and financing it?
Could the same people who claim to be doing everything possible to ensures stable power be the same ones ensuring that our Power Department never works efficiently – for whatever selfish interests?

Perhaps, the big nations claiming to promote world peace are the ones actually tearing down the pillars of peace. Just maybe.

Limit the scope to our country.. we are the same people behind our woes. If there is nothing else I know, I know corruption dwells in the heart of, not just our leaders, but everyday people – at all levels. Things may not get better until we stop deceiving ourselves.

Sweet dreamZzzz..

 
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Posted by on June 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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