I'm finding it hard to tell when people are being nice to me if it's because they're really good, nice people or if it's because I'm very good looking.
Like when random strangers smile at me when I walk down the street, I get paranoid. Are they trying to hook up, or do they really appreciate the weather that much? Especially when it's raining, and people ordinarily have no reason to smile at strangers, I suspect them.
It's much easier when I was just plain, borderline genius. Then, everyone was mean to me. Because I'm pretty smart, and it really shows. I think people naturally distrust smart people. I mean, look at the people we've voted into the legislative. The elected local government of Quezon City IS proof of this theory.
Now that I'm hot, more and more people are starting to care about my day. It's so weird. I'll be all naked in the sauna, and strangers will smile at me, and I don't know what to do. The polite thing is to smile back, yes, but it's like when you're in a safari and the panther is smiling at you, I think you shouldn't bare your teeth back at it because it might get provoked.
So, this is what I have to deal with now. Being unbelievably smart, and incredibly gorgeous. FML.
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