I love when people see through me.
I was at work and one of my work friends asked me if I ever had "horrible, sticky relationship" or if I had a "jealous ex". First off, I had smirked reflexively, unsure of what to say and horribly confused as to why I was suddenly nervous. She knew that I was kind of weird, but she thought it was because I shy, which I guess I am. But for some reason, I started thinking of something that I shouldn't have. Which pissed me off because neither of them had ever become that kind of jerk. But then I wondered what I was really pissed about. Either way, it seems like I'm never going to get over it even though I've moved on. It might sound dramatic, but I realized that such a seemingly contradictory paradigm can exist. It happens with other people all the time apparently (from the incessant drivel I hear from them while they try to prove they're better), but I've never really considered myself other people.