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I wish I knew what it was like to be arrogant. To walk in a room and just... expect. I don't want to be an **** It's not that part that appeals to me. It's more that I'm drawn to Not wearing The layers of anxiety like a wool coat in summer Sweating out the potential of what my life Could, be... Sweat free. To speak to a stranger, Hi, you alright? On a comfortable level No playing games on a field. Free from agenda, just easy going Request, require, receive. Being myself, for myself. No drama. It's not even confidence, I don't think. I can do the fake small talk and hide the scary mask But it feels Layered. Theatrical. Performative. If you have that air of one who expects it seems so easy. Of course you'll do it, I asked you to. Without a question or doubt, Of course mate I'll sort that for you, it's not the way we do it But I'll sort you out old boy don't you worry. Seems so simple, to be so smooth No hint of query or backchat An if but or maybe not escaping your lips. I asked you to.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
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I wish I knew what it was like to be arrogant. To walk in a room and just... expect. I don't want to be an **** It's not that part that appeals to me. It's more that I'm drawn to Not wearing The layers of anxiety like a wool coat in summer Sweating out the potential of what my life Could, be... Sweat free. To speak to a stranger, Hi, you alright? On a comfortable level No playing games on a field. Free from agenda, just easy going Request, require, receive. Being myself, for myself. No drama. It's not even confidence, I don't think. I can do the fake small talk and hide the scary mask But it feels Layered. Theatrical. Performative. If you have that air of one who expects it seems so easy. Of course you'll do it, I asked you to. Without a question or doubt, Of course mate I'll sort that for you, it's not the way we do it But I'll sort you out old boy don't you worry. Seems so simple, to be so smooth No hint of query or backchat An if but or maybe not escaping your lips. I asked you to.
Some musing on anxiety and watching confident people, not really understanding how it seems so easy for others to just...get their own way, all the time.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
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