I have a sort of pathological urge to be liked by people - not in a way that I'd bend backwards for any random cunt, but I'm just a pleasant person to be around. One thing I'm good at is I can blend in with different types of people and still have a good time. I'm versatile like that and I have a rather broad sense of humour.
Ok, I realise I just came across as an arrogant self-promoting cunt who have some opinion on himself. I'm a nice guy though. Honestly.



I have an unhealthy sense or propensity to be liked and adored. I go out of my way to effortlessly appear friendly, gregarious, smiling, charming, social and even at times ramdomly generous. But in real essense i am very far from that. Authentically, i am duplicious, artificial, affectatious,a snob, and deplore the unrefined, inarticulate bastards whom i am sorrounded by in my daily discourse of human interractions. I beg your pardon for confessing such horrendous thoughts- but i think i can get away with it. Cute people can get away with anything.

