effulgence

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scowlers. let me tell you about them and why i have a hard time getting along with them. a scowler is a person, usually a girl, whose general disposition towards me is almost always one of disdain. they like to roll their eyes at me when i crack jokes, be light-hearted and sarcastically witty, and/or try to make things enjoyable. in other words, they cramp my style. like, big time. i don't know if it's because they don't understand me, or i them. maybe it's their natural reaction to my humor. whatever the case, i don't like their scornful looks. they are acts of belittlement; an, oh-you're-so-immature resentment. hey, news flash: you ain't too mature either. well, ok, sorry that was a bit mean. oh, and sorry that you have that stick up your butt. i say, chill out, banter back and forth with me. be witty and tough-skinned. er, at least, be a little feisty. feisty is fun, maybe even flirtatious, which always makes things pleasant. unless you're married or in a relationship, then that's no bueno. otherwise, serious inquiries only. i guess in the end it's a personality preference. my personality (un)fortunately doesn't prefer yours. or theirs. or whatever. like, totally.