I feel like my entire life is composed of me trying to get people to like me, but I'm not a likeable person. I'm trying to be content with just a few people who like who I really am. I just too tired to do the rest anymore.
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I feel like my entire life is composed of me trying to get people to like me, but I'm not a likeable person. I'm trying to be content with just a few people who like who I really am. I just too tired to do the rest anymore.
A PLAY ABOUT OPINIONS by Finiam
Characters:
My Friend Friend of a friend (FoaF) 1 to 4 Me Little voice Big Voice
Scene: Facebook
My friend: I’m thinking about the colour cerulean. FoaF1: Oh My God! That is an awful colour!! Me: That colour is sahWEET!!! FoaF2: That is an awful colour. Kill it. Kill it with fire!! My friend: Well, to each their own, I guess (insert smiley face because it’s getting a little awkward). FoaF3: That colour would be OK as long as it wasn’t in the blue spectrum, as long as it didn’t begin with the letter ‘c’ and as long as I never have anything to do with it whatsoever!! Otherwise, it would be OK. FoaF4: If I had a choice between that colour and a bullet to the head I’d be asking you to hand me a gun. My friend: (Insert awkward laughter because this really is getting out of hand, now) Hahaha! Oh, FoaF4, you really know how to…Uhm…anyway. I didn’t say I *liked* the colour! I just said I’m thinking about it. Actually, I’ve never had anything to do with the colour. I’ve never seen that colour before in my life. I deny it’s existence and disavow myself of any relations I may or may not have had with that colour. And, if it please the court, I will henceforth endeavour to appeal for approval from my friends, in writing, in triplicate, about any opinion/topic/conversation I may or may not have about any subject related to any matter under any conditions. (Insert smiley face.)
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Little Voice: I like the colour cerulean. Big Voice: (whispers) Shut up. Little Voice: Uhm…ok. Except that, I do. Big Voice: (loudly whispers) Shut up, shut up, shut up! Little Voice: I still like that colour, though. Big Voice: (in a strained voice to Little Voice says) Oh my God!! Will you just shut the fuck up!! (In a regular voice to everyone else says) heheh, isn’t she cute? I’ll just take her away, now. Nothing to see here, folks. Please go about your business. Hehehehe :-D Little Voice: But I’m just saying… Big Voice: (tries to muffle Little Voice) For fucks sake!!!! Why are you SO WEIRD??!?! Nobody cares if you like that ‘c’ colour….. Little Voice: (Pulling away Big Voice’s hand) Cerulean Big Voice: …NOBODY here likes it SO STOP BEING SO DIFFERENT!!! Little Voice: And I like you, too. Big Voice: OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE SO EMBARRASS….what? Little Voice: Yep. Big Voice: You…like…me? Little Voice: Yep. Big Voice: But we’re so different. Little Voice: That’s OK. I like that we’re different. As long as you’re not mean about it, I’m gonna respect your opinions. Big Voice: Well, I wasn’t being mean. Little Voice: Yeah, you were being a little mean. Big Voice: Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that. Little Voice: No worries. But remember, just because you’ve got a Big Voice, it doesn’t mean it’s more valuable than mine, OK? Big Voice: Yeah, OK.
(After some time)
Big Voice: I think I bullied your Friend into conforming to my opinion. Little Voice: Yeah. I know. As Dumbledore said, “It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.” Big Voice: Now I feel kinda bad for pressuring her to conform. Little Voice: Sometimes, conforming to something is OK. Big Voice: What?!?! But didn’t you just say it’s OK to be different?!?! Little Voice: Yep. It’s both. Conforming is safe and secure. And when you have moments in your life where everything is chaotic and crazy, conforming can bring you great comfort. A peace. A stability. Just don’t forget who you are and know what your conforming into. Big Voice: So, conforming is OK? Little Voice: Yep Big Voice: And being different is OK? Little Voice: Sure is! Big Voice: OK. Little Voice: You OK? Big Voice: I think so. Little Voice: You want a hug? Big Voice: Maybe just a little one. Little Voice: :-) Big Voice: :-)
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♕ Childhood headcanon
He was popular when he was young not because of his personality, but because of how good he was at basketball. It was painful for him to realise that people only saw his skill at the sport and not his personality, and it eventually led him to not care about other people's opinions.
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He does not like the smell of cigarettes. So do not smoke next to him.
Red String of Fate
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"-the fuck?"
That had been quite unpleasant, he would have not cared about the kiss at all if the two had not known each other, before the accident, but they had had a conversation before, that had not ended nice. "Gross..."
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Kagami had been lost in thought for quite a bit while standing outside in the snow. It had been somewhat of an... Off day for the Seirin ace. He hadn't even noticed when Koyuki latched onto him for warmth... At least, not until she spoke up. Suddenly hearing her voice had him jumping slightly in her hold before looking down at her.
"O-oi, did you forget to bring your jacket? Baka! You'll get sick!" he grumbled and held her close when he noticed the girl wasn't wearing a jacket or anything to keep her warmed up.
"I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts."
"Is that so? You should have been more careful.", he chuckled. Picking out a bandage from his pocket, he glanced at it briefly; the bright pink colors and adorable bunny cartoons on it stared back at him. Coughing awkwardly, he mumbled," It’s not mine.. but I hope this would help make you feel better.", fixating his gaze on the roasting chestnuts.
Pulling out his warm wool gloves, he handed it to her. “Maybe you should wear this too.” More awkward coughing. “Just in case.”