A Very Special Infinite Story
Pfft! What the hell do you care what some jealous bitches think? YOU'RE the best tennis player there and you vow to keep it that way! Hell, maybe you'll even get a scholarship based on your ability! Lord knows you'll need something to help pay for college since you doubt your parents will come through for you. You got confidence, you're finally getting dates, you manage to get out of some testsÂ… its all gravy baby!
Going with this new mind set you take it to the extreme and not only excel, but take it to a level beyond arrogance. You can feel the hate that your "fellow" tennis peers have for you and it doesn't help when you deliberately start stealing their boyfriends. Not really because you like them, just more for the fact that you CAN. All of these people barely paid attention to you before, now you're getting all of it. You don't care what kind it is. You're going to do whatever you want to better yourself.
Of course an attitude like this has consequencesÂ…
One day when you're in the steam room, some of your tennis peers enter with soap wrapped up in towels intending malicious harm. You attempt to fight back, but they clobber you good with the improvised weapons, though one of the big dyke players smashes you in the face with her fist a couple times too, before slamming it into a wall, making you fall unconscious.
They lock the door, turn up the heat and after a few hours you resemble a steamed ham and very dead.
The moral of the story?
Well first of all, you sort of lost sight becoming "popular" and you settled on becoming "infamous" by making unnecessary enemies. And while a ruthless policy of stepping on other people to get to the top is a worthy one to pursue, you need to be a lot more intelligent about it than you were.
Make friends first THEN stab them in the back.
And now you know!
Going with this new mind set you take it to the extreme and not only excel, but take it to a level beyond arrogance. You can feel the hate that your "fellow" tennis peers have for you and it doesn't help when you deliberately start stealing their boyfriends. Not really because you like them, just more for the fact that you CAN. All of these people barely paid attention to you before, now you're getting all of it. You don't care what kind it is. You're going to do whatever you want to better yourself.
Of course an attitude like this has consequencesÂ…
One day when you're in the steam room, some of your tennis peers enter with soap wrapped up in towels intending malicious harm. You attempt to fight back, but they clobber you good with the improvised weapons, though one of the big dyke players smashes you in the face with her fist a couple times too, before slamming it into a wall, making you fall unconscious.
They lock the door, turn up the heat and after a few hours you resemble a steamed ham and very dead.
The moral of the story?
Well first of all, you sort of lost sight becoming "popular" and you settled on becoming "infamous" by making unnecessary enemies. And while a ruthless policy of stepping on other people to get to the top is a worthy one to pursue, you need to be a lot more intelligent about it than you were.
Make friends first THEN stab them in the back.
And now you know!
