One of my students called me a sadist, because I laughed maniacally at the amount of work that I assigned, but ah if they only knew the truth. Your teacher is truly a masochist first and foremost.
Watch as he pines over a relationship that could never work and showed no signs of ever working. Watch as he pretends to hurt, and tells everyone else how much he hurts.
Watch as he does business deals during the day, hustles and and exploits pure luck while driving home at night listening to Cupid by 112 and lamenting his fate.
Watch as he repeats, every relationship in which he cannot be good enough, and watch him rebel from that said relationship, all to fulfill some sort of sick pattern which makes no sense, meanwhile enjoying his intense need to rebel against a world that doesn’t really restrict him in any way.
Momma always said, life is like a box of torture devices: you never know what kinda leather you’re gonna be wearing.
