Paranoid...or awesome?
My signature catty "paranoia" was some time back translated by someone to mean a literal paranoia. It was then used against me in a seemingly clever but utterly foolish attempt to cast judgement on my character.
Truth is, being paranoid is like a running gag. It's a nice little butter flavor on the popcorn of Nate.
It's better than inside jokes and punk rock points because everyone can kind of laugh at it.
It just irks me when it's taken a step beyond. One should never see my charming eccentricism as a crutch OR as an illness. And never must one use it to cover up their own lack of noble character traits. That gets me riled up.

Now I don't get angry much but I've got some steam to vent. This will be short, tricky, and sweet.

Fools about to get what's coming.
Cause it seems to me, anyone in the entire history of Nate's life who has ever tried to play his life has gotten burned hard. That just comes with the territory of stepping on the wrong toes. I bring proper karmatic returns on all who mess, just because I refuse to get bit twice. I mean, Trey Anderson still lives in fear of getting sniped in his own home, 5 years after he came incorrect on an ill-brought prideful alpha-male power display.
He's first on the list for my boomerang fist...but anyone who thieves from me, anyone who takes my generosity and pockets it, anyone who manipulates my good nature through their own ill...expect a 1000% return of malice back in your specific direction.
You'll be feeling paranoid.
Word out.
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 21:20