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… if I scoff at the way that you’ve even the guts to call someone names behind his back, only for you to depend on the same hapless soul to teach you the lessons you didn’t understand.
… if I’m annoyed with the way you think it’s smart when you keep shushing people you don’t feel have the right to talk, (even though they’re actually discussing something legitimately important); or that I find it funny that I get to shush you back when you’re talking utter nonsense – with how your favorite basketball player missed a shot, for example.
… if it ever bothers me that you look the opposite way whenever you meet me in the hallway, only for me to find it amusing that I get to snob you back, if you must conveniently remember me in time for the next exam next Tuesday.
… if I disapprove with how you’ve always been proud of saying that you could get away with not doing your assignments, or how you think it’s cool taking the answers off someone, instead; or that I find it fitting that you should get a low score for a test you didn’t prepare for, and you yap about it for the whole day.
… if the way you keep pushing for independence leaves me skeptical, especially now that I found out that you still compare your notes with the same people you’re holding back your answers from.
… if I get irritated when you take me out of context and mock me with something I didn’t even say, though I find it equally amusing that I don’t even have to take you out of context to challenge your statements, especially when you don’t think it’s funny either.
… if I’m appalled with how you think your poor attempt at sarcasm makes you so clever, or if I laugh when I disprove it and snap you back to reality when I lash out with a satire of my own.
… if I’m annoyed at how insecure you always get whenever I’m around, and if I laugh at how insecure you always get whenever I’m around.
… if I get fired up when you try to defend a baseless argument, or if I keep reminding you about it when it turns out that I was right all along.
And I was right all along.
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