See the thing is…I don’t want people to feel like they know me too well. I have a lot in my mind, too much that none of you may know about. Well that should be a shock! I’m just freshly eighteen years old, I mean…everyone is probably older than me! But you never knew that…see that’s the point…YOU DON’T KNOW ME TOO WELL.
I choose my words according to my audience. Complicated and hard vocabulary with the learned people, Weak grammar and poor slang with the ones I call “by the way” and for the people who treat themselves like the “normals of the world”, I also choose to speak the normal language. You know…by that I mean that I mix that slang, put that hard vocabulary in there…I try to meet the ‘normals’ at the middle.
I tell you now…Lucky are the normals because they mostly don’t fake. Lucky are the normals because they don’t have to struggle to understand my hard vocabulary or weaken themselves into the circle of the cheap slang!
I meet them halfway.
Well now you know that at just eighteen I’m trying to juggle with your mind. You don’t understand me. You don’t understand the idea in this blog. YOU DON’T KNOW ME. I don’t want to be minimized or expanded unnecessarily… If I’m complicated, Normal or in your list of cheap slang buddies, take me as I am…not who I was because you don’t know who I will be.
See what I did with your mind there?
No you don’t…because YOU DON’T KNOW ME.
I’m not the complicated, the cheap slang and definitely not one of you ‘normals’…Let me leave you complicated.