It’s like this weird mix of extreme vanity vs. soul-reaming insecurity.
How can the two even exist in the same space?
It’s sad.
It’s not REALLY funny.
But you just have to laugh...
On one hand having kind of been there at an earlier time in life and KNOWING that feeling...
And on the other hand seeing it from such a removed perspective, amazed by how it just keeps happening to them.
Seems like an unproductive waste of those years, and I’d rather them be totally vain and have no insecurity.
How can the two even exist in the same space?
It’s sad.
It’s not REALLY funny.
But you just have to laugh...
On one hand having kind of been there at an earlier time in life and KNOWING that feeling...
And on the other hand seeing it from such a removed perspective, amazed by how it just keeps happening to them.
Seems like an unproductive waste of those years, and I’d rather them be totally vain and have no insecurity.
