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“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original...” – C.S. Lewis
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On Being Classy
Being classy is the grown-up version of being cool; it is that special feeling of superiority that lets you hold your head high. To be classy is to be deep, stylish, sophisticated, and all-round more awesome than others. Of course, like many good things, the more you pursue classiness, the more elusive it becomes. 
That’s why a lot of cool people are actually very lame, and a lot of classy people are really unbearably pretentious.
Take a woman drudging through an unfulfilling life with a boring husband she forgets to love, average kids so indiscreetly healthy and normal, and meh large house in no thrilling danger of foreclosure. This deeply wronged woman has classiness robbed from her!
But label this mundaneness as spiritual torture and break free to go soul-searching in Tibet on alimony money, and suddenly it becomes classy! Classy enough for a classy best-seller!
Now that’s a whole lot of trouble to become classy. Allow me to show you a much more elegant method:
simply despise these pretentious losers, and you will instantly feel classy! 100% hassle-free! Yes, you may admire me.
Alright, I admit my overly analytical and ranty nature caused me a lot of unhappiness, and I long suspect I… rather enjoyed it. Why? Because, it makes me feel… classy. O the petty pride with being frank, and the pathetic vanity to expose sincerity! How I suffer! Please tell me I am classy in my intense intellectual suffering. I think I need to feel classy more than I need to feel happy. Yes, I am quite pathetic (yet awesome).
For the longest time I thought I was very, very classy in being a masochist… until I realize I was nothing special because every woman is a cheesy masochist by nature! Every woman wants to be classier than other women, darn it! So I wasn’t even special in being unhappy. Heck, I don’t even get to tour Tibet! Now THIS is SAD!
But this is getting into the topic of Being Happy. In the meantime, allow me to classily indulge in CYANS, Art, and Literature…
Painfully classy,
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That’s why a lot of cool people are actually very lame, and a lot of classy people are really unbearably pretentious. Take a woman drudging through an unfulfilling life with a boring husband she forgets to love, average kids so indiscreetly healthy and normal, and meh large house in no thrilling danger of foreclosure. This deeply wronged woman has classiness robbed from her!
But label this mundaneness as spiritual torture and break free to go soul-searching in Tibet on alimony money, and suddenly it becomes classy! Classy enough for a classy best-seller! Now that’s a whole lot of trouble to become classy. Allow me to show you a much more elegant method:
simply despise these pretentious losers, and you will instantly feel classy! 100% hassle-free! Yes, you may admire me. Alright, I admit my overly analytical and ranty nature caused me a lot of unhappiness, and I long suspect I… rather enjoyed it. Why? Because, it makes me feel… classy. O the petty pride with being frank, and the pathetic vanity to expose sincerity! How I suffer! Please tell me I am classy in my intense intellectual suffering. I think I need to feel classy more than I need to feel happy. Yes, I am quite pathetic (yet awesome).
For the longest time I thought I was very, very classy in being a masochist… until I realize I was nothing special because every woman is a cheesy masochist by nature! Every woman wants to be classier than other women, darn it! So I wasn’t even special in being unhappy. Heck, I don’t even get to tour Tibet! Now THIS is SAD!
But this is getting into the topic of Being Happy. In the meantime, allow me to classily indulge in CYANS, Art, and Literature… Painfully classy,Expression
