God, free me from the losers sydrome.
Everywhere I go, they surround me. I feel like a human magnet, always attracting them. The more I try to avoid them, the more they seek me out. They used to be easy to detect, but now they have evolved. They have educated themselves and achieved high paying jobs and limited success. They have upgraded now. They no longer wear the trailer park shirts and blue jeans, the latest attire is suits and ties, if not in clothes, then in attitude. The dating sites are plagued with them, the latest vice used to fortify their deficiencies. they feel that they can do no wrong. they interview potential dates like applicants for some important job. they try to hide their unkept bodies, overcomed with the luxuries of life, in their fancy, expensive suits or attire. they lie in waiting like a micro-managing boss, waiting for one slip up or one word that does not fix into their selfish vocabulary, so that they can utter the Trump’s famous words, “You’re fired”. they fail to realize that they are the ones deficient and wanting. most of them lack personality and constantly seek entertainment to fill the void which apparently had forsaken them at birth. they continue throughout their lives in this vicious cycle of not settling for less not realizing how some of them appear, they should settle for anything, it is probably more than they will ever deserve.
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