What is so entertaining about watching a person in the throes of despair and confusion thrash about? Is it the suffering - and make no mistake, this lady suffers - that is the source of such pleasure?
Best wishes to you, Miss.
Originally Posted by JohnnyYanks
I agree. The first five or ten times. But at some point you have to just sit back, shake your head and be amazed at her capacity for either 1) self delusion; or 2) the naivete that she projects onto us. Does she really expect us to fall for this shit again and again. We're not Charlie Brown trying to kick the football and she's not Lucy.
And yeah, at 20, I was in my first year of law school.