I’m developing an effective new manner of speaking whereupon I only respond to other humans if they engage me in a manner that admits my obvious, yet vast, personal talent. There’s no time for other follies. Some call it passive-aggression, although that sounds negative. It’s self-preservation. Partners have called it “moodiness”, but they’ve just been couching its true meaning.
For instance, over the past few months a number of family members, co-workers and friends have, almost inexplicably, approached me casually and said “Hi”. But that shit is painfully dated. My mind is reeling with pertinent and timely ideas that must remain unencumbered by unannounced friendliness. No longer will I suffer through how’s-it-goings and how-was-your-weekends – from now on, I will greet these harmless niceties with a vacant stare. However, if such dialogue includes a reference to my daring, unconventional interests and projects – then, and only then, will I potentially utter a dismissive sentence.
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