feeling listless

Hey! I've often wondered about the importance of being friendly. I'm friendly - to a fault sometimes perhaps. In the same way some Goths have a permanent frown, I'll have a smile on my face, a pleasant nature, a good word to say. Friendly. This troubles me because I'm beginning to wonder if this makes me seem a little bit - bland. Vanilla dull. Ugh! Have I fallen into a trap? Should I hint instead at a dastardly nature now and then - hint at a dark undercurrent or in plain terms, be a complete bastard. As we all lamented at school, it's always the bastards who get the nice girls. OK...erm...let's see...go away! GO ON! You're ugly! You're cross eyed and your hair is greasy. I hate you! Nope, doesn't sound right, or feel right...oh dear...sorry...sorry...I'm sorry...