Don't you hate when youre told that you might be selected as a model for a cool fashion website and finally they don't hire you?
I do.
I'm hot and stylish enough to have my own fashionable lifestyle website if I want to. Forrester's shirts and hiking boots are hot. Have you checked the weather out there? It's muddy and it's damn snowing all the time! I can't wear anything else! Do you want me to freeze or what? And no, my coat is not far too big for me.
Fuck you! I'll get naked whenever the fuck I want! I don't fuck on daily bases with strangers, and if you can't understand that you can stick a screwdriver up your ass. I might call you tomorrow anyway, and you better be nice.
Don't you hate coming back to your parents house from a place where you have had tons of sex to the point you considered yourself some sort of unsatisfied depressed semi god to be told that you're not that ugly by two clearly overfucked whores?
But being shown that you're unable to keep your life under control gives you some sort of relief... you're not responsible from your many many many mistakes anymore!
Ian: My father says a psychologist is the guy rich people go when they find out money didn't make them happy and they feel like they have to get rid of it. Were you feeling that bad about yourself? Why did you go?
Good Friend: I lost many on 9/11... I lost my job and things went bad to the point I attempted suicide.
Especially when they enjoy showing others how much they do love themselves. What is that thing you don't understand about me detesting you - that I don't like everybody or that everybody doesn't like you?