See, this is what I’ve been trying to nail into your brain. You’re not hot. In fact, you’re very ugly; no I don’t mean just ugly. I mean “they should use your face to make cookies” kind of ugly. No, let me explain. You see, our society regardless of its historical evolution up at this point still associates romance, love and all that pink business with beauty. You don’t believe me, get a load of all romance novels out there. Go read Moadabpoor, Rahimi or any other. It is imprinted in our minds throughout years of progression to program “lover” to “beautiful”. “Once upon a time, there was a young girl in love who was also extremely ugly!” you don’t read that often, unless you’re into German literature.
…and that’s my point, as in you almost have no control over it. I could tell you a touching ardent love story and yet at the end add “…and they lived happily ever after. The girl was super ugly too!” It will completely mess up that generated image in your mind. Doesn’t it ? Now I don’t care about your wonderful personality, I am talking about you being a potential target for booty calls. Why ? because you’re ugly. We neither have any incentive to bud you in our hearts, nor the booty would later cause us grief or guilty conscious. Why ? because you’re ugly. You’re collateral damage. You’re a back up plan. Need more ?!
The sooner you let this sink it, the better your love life would be. The guy who’s prancing around the boobage complementing you on your thoughts and motives is not all interested. You’re basically the fag responsible for the unload, a process during which you just happen to magically become or feel most beautiful but don’t let that ever fool you. What ? My mama is ugly ?! Well, see you haven’t seen my mama and your judgment is totally pointless but I’ve seen YOU and I assure you; I don’t get soothing sympathetic calls at 11:30pm but you do. Why ? I may be ugly as dirt but I don’t have a vagina. You do. Consider yourself warned.
Yes. apparently, I’m the biggest jackass the world’s ever seen but when you turn up whimpering and chattering at my doorsteps I oughta beat the Iranian off of you. You see, contrary to Iranian expectations, the world doesn’t change. You must change, and I told you but you didn’t listen.
You didn't listen.
…and that’s my point, as in you almost have no control over it. I could tell you a touching ardent love story and yet at the end add “…and they lived happily ever after. The girl was super ugly too!” It will completely mess up that generated image in your mind. Doesn’t it ? Now I don’t care about your wonderful personality, I am talking about you being a potential target for booty calls. Why ? because you’re ugly. We neither have any incentive to bud you in our hearts, nor the booty would later cause us grief or guilty conscious. Why ? because you’re ugly. You’re collateral damage. You’re a back up plan. Need more ?!
The sooner you let this sink it, the better your love life would be. The guy who’s prancing around the boobage complementing you on your thoughts and motives is not all interested. You’re basically the fag responsible for the unload, a process during which you just happen to magically become or feel most beautiful but don’t let that ever fool you. What ? My mama is ugly ?! Well, see you haven’t seen my mama and your judgment is totally pointless but I’ve seen YOU and I assure you; I don’t get soothing sympathetic calls at 11:30pm but you do. Why ? I may be ugly as dirt but I don’t have a vagina. You do. Consider yourself warned.
Yes. apparently, I’m the biggest jackass the world’s ever seen but when you turn up whimpering and chattering at my doorsteps I oughta beat the Iranian off of you. You see, contrary to Iranian expectations, the world doesn’t change. You must change, and I told you but you didn’t listen.
You didn't listen.
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