People think I don’t know. People think we don’t know. I know most of the rules. And I love breaking stupid rules. I don’t have a lot of control, so I break the rules with a smirk when I can.

Yes, I know I’m supposed to care about my looks. But when I’m going to the grocery store, or running any errand, I’m not going to pretend to give a damn. Because I don’t.

Ohh. Honesty.

What I find funny is that they assume I don’t know the rule. Yes, I know I’m supposed to smile or try to look nice. But I’m too tired to give an eff. And I love throwing it in their faces – I could be different but I CHOOSE not to.

And some rude people will let it be known that they don’t approve. And that’s when I smirk. Oh, you think I don’t get it? But I do and that’s why I love it. Silly you! This is a joke between me and myself. And maybe sometimes my dog if he’s with me. My dog is very much like me and ignores every social more. I wish I could be more like him, but I don’t like attention and most of the times, I have to follow the rules.

Does a rich person have to follow the rules? No. But most of them want social approval from some group or they want a partner, so they play along too. I don’t need random people on the street to approve of me. But if I want to rent a house, I need the landlord’s approval. If I want to sell something, I need that person’s approval (not always. I buy stuff from people I don’t approve of, but that might be me being weird.)

I had one more paragraph, but I deleted it by mistake. So, bye.