the fact (part one)

I was talking with a good friend of mine over the break about how everything in life goes back to one thing.

Care to guess what that one thing is?

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Did you guess?

Everything in life goes back to people liking you.

We do everything so people will like us. So we will be accepted. We are all so scared of people not liking us. We wear the right things, say the right answers, weigh the right weight, and flirt the right way.

We all fight for the chance to be liked. All we want is someone, one person, to think we are the bees knees. So peachy keen that they want to be with us when we sleep, when we are throwing up, when we get chubby for nine months, then our boobs get saggy and we pee our pants when we jump on the trampoline, and when we get all wrinkly like raisons. Then we die. And after all that, after they see you looking ugly, in a bathing suit, when you ugly cry, when you have hairy legs and pits, they still want to be with you.

Forever.

That’s all we all want.