I don’t fit in and you wouldn’t like me.
We’d get along alright at first, but there would be something in the back of your mind making you hesitate. You wouldn’t be able to articulate it right away, but if anyone asked you would admit to some reservation about me.
Once in a while you would reconsider your doubts. You would accept that I could be witty and you wouldn’t think me unintelligent.
But still there would be something not quite right. You’d feel that there was something you couldn’t explain, but knew you didn’t like.
You would avoid spending too much time with me, but you’d accept my presence when it was necessary.
And I would know it all along.
Add to: Stumbleupon