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So, I was watching Librarians and, holy shit, this is me:
“Well, I wouldn’t say I was a *victim* of my pride. Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! No, I’m not a humble man. I used to be. I used to be a lot of things. I used to be insecure, scared, and I hated it. And I think I’ve built up an armor of confidence to hide the fact that I’m never more than two steps away from a full-on panic attack.”
I think that’s how I rate actual friends from friendly people. Actual friends are the ones who don’t believe it.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I was a *victim* of my pride. Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! No, I’m not a humble man. I used to be. I used to be a lot of things. I used to be insecure, scared, and I hated it. And I think I’ve built up an armor of confidence to hide the fact that I’m never more than two steps away from a full-on panic attack.”
I think that’s how I rate actual friends from friendly people. Actual friends are the ones who don’t believe it.