I stood on a balance beam and jumped back off. Gold medal material and everything. [ it's okay. he doesn't mind letting her distract herself. ] I might have to figure that out though, yeah. The attention's a little...terrible.
Definitely not. [ which is true, and probably more honest than he needs to be. ] I don't mind acknowledgement for stuff I actually do that's good. But everything else just feels really...crushing? I think I'd die from the anxiety of having everybody watch and expect something from me.
She was, like... really elegant and refined. And super smart, too. She used to read through all these complicated fantasy novels without losing the plot, easy. Buuuut... she wasn't good with people. Like, at all. Being the center of attention always made her nervous. I think she'd just about curl up and die from anxiety too if someone renamed a whole building after her, ahaha.
[ jonas hears this description and truly is just like "wow what's it like to be refined and smart", but he can at least like. acknowledge the rest. ]
I can see where you picked up the similarities then. [ hah. ] To be honest with you, I don't know if it'd bother me as much a few years ago as it does now. But there's something about being put on the spot and knowing you have to entertain people enough for them to like you that's probably more nervewracking than most things. Like...I don't know, having to think if people decide you're worth paying attention to or not.
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week one, sunday.
anyway, this has been An End to a A Weekend. monika is tiredly sipping coffee by the lake in the park when she noticed him.]
... So, the Jonasseum?
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Yeah, not even sure how or why that happened. But guess it's official for now.
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[sorry, she has decided to focus on this instead of, you know, Everything that happened at the execution. jesus.]
Well... If it bothers you, maybe you can petition to change it back.
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[ STILL TOO HONEST, STOP. ]
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So this is especially painful for you, huh...? You kind of remind me of a friend of mine.
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I didn't mean it as an insult, anyway.
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She was, like... really elegant and refined. And super smart, too. She used to read through all these complicated fantasy novels without losing the plot, easy. Buuuut... she wasn't good with people. Like, at all. Being the center of attention always made her nervous. I think she'd just about curl up and die from anxiety too if someone renamed a whole building after her, ahaha.
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I can see where you picked up the similarities then. [ hah. ] To be honest with you, I don't know if it'd bother me as much a few years ago as it does now. But there's something about being put on the spot and knowing you have to entertain people enough for them to like you that's probably more nervewracking than most things. Like...I don't know, having to think if people decide you're worth paying attention to or not.