Imitation

Its really flattering to realize that someone has gotten the nerve to imitate you. Ok, ok. That may be an exaggeration.  Let's say, likewise do whatever things you do. 

As they say, "Imitation is the best form of flattery."  But why dont I get uberly- flattered?  It irks the hell out of me thinking that such people would come across my path whenever I do those things that I used to.  Like we'll run in the same circle.  Like we'll share the same network. Like we'll hang out in the same area. Like we'll eat the same food, using the same utensils. Like eeewww --Now, Im like a conyo disliking people like us joining their table. Haha. Guess the feeling now would be similar to that.

This I will tell you-- You will never be like me. I am as unique as you are. However, if you cant enoy the life you have right now, Im sorry for you for being born like that. But here's good news! There's probably cure to that. It just wouldnt take overnight.

I loove this one but I'm sharing it with you anyway--You can take the dog out of the squatters, but, you can never take the squatters out of the dog.-- Now, Im soo bad.

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