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literally. right now. I know Im having a panic attack because I sort of accidentally-on-purpose triggered it.
I want to start an internet quiz site Which asks you to guess if you’re reading a Rumi ‘poem’ or something off a fortune cookie.
It’ll call you a pretentious fuckbag at the end of the test no matter what score you get.
Dear follower; you struck up a conversation with me, asking me how I was.
Then I pressed the wrong button, deleted your mail, and now I can’t remember who you are.
I suck, but you were nice.
The fun game of complimenting strangers; was I creepy, a ‘nice guy’ or merely in gross breach if all normal etiquette?
Idk. It makes me happy when strangers say nice things (SIDE NOTE; 4 dudes have hit on me in the last 2 weeks wtf) but I’m not a girl. If I had boobs and had to put up with guys maybe random compliments would make me want to shave off my hair and burn myself alive.
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