Which Reminds Me

It may seem strange how these boring people so relish the insulting of me, and then I remember that they chose me to be their anti-heroine, in contrast to, contrasting, as a foil to, their chosen heroine, that little cutesy-pie heroine whom they so love to puff in every way and whose every fault must be left unmentioned, and then it really does not seem so personal to me. It is really not about me at all. It is just all in your head, not mine. Sorry but I cannot oblige you too much that way, just because you were a high school classmate of someone whose name I don't even remember and whose existence is mostly a matter of indifference to myself. I just don't care what you might think about matters that you don't really understand anyway.