YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN
YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN
that’s a-tangy meatball
You are not a door-to-door salesman who has to go around convincing people that you are worthy of their time and respect.
Me: This barista at the coffee shop I go to twice a day always makes my drink too sweet. Sometimes so sweet I can't even drink it, but it's been "my drink" for over a year now and I feel like it's too late to say something. Like they've already started it before I get to pay, and he's so nice. So I just keep buying this shitty coffee day after day.
Dan: Do you think this could work as an analogy for any other parts of your life?
Your gender is totally fake have a nice day