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Sauce: Quiet right.

Have you ever noticed how the world views quiet people?  Not to be a black and white thinker, but there are only two ways.  If you (yeah, you) are a quiet person, I’m sorry, but here’s the truth.  Everyone you know either thinks: 

1. Oh man, he/she is sooo sweet and nice!   I don’t know why I think that — maybe it’s just because I enjoy my own incredibleee thoughts more than other peoples’ conversation so anybody quiet seems great to meee!

Or:

2.  PSYCHOPATTHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!  

But hey.  It’s fine.  
If everyone assumes that second thing about you, it’s actually hopeful, because look at all the statements made by neighbors and acquaintances of serial killers:  He seemed like such a nice, sweet guy!  

There is no moral to this post.  It’s also not very funny.  I think I’ve hit my first creative drought.  But don’t worry, world, I’ll keep posting four times a week, regardless of quality!  You are so welcome!  





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