It isn't really easy; being able to read minds. People can think up of some really nasty sewage - sometimes without even the slightest effort. Like just the other day: I'm walking home when I come across an old man. He takes one look from my long legs - covered by a short purple skirt and laced knee-high boots - to my white corset that snugly fits over my breasts topped with a cropped purple vest, and finally stop at my violet eyes that seem to stand out against my dark make up, and he thinks: Sexy bitch.
Well, it's true. I'm sexy. And I am a bitch.
I could shed a lot of light on true human nature if people knew I could read their thoughts. But, then again, if anyone knew, scientists would make an experiment of me. I'd be in some lab, strapped to a table, while they hook me up to machines that record my heartbeat, brain waves, respiratory functions - everything. That's why I don't talk to anyone about my, for lack of a better word, gift. The last thing I need is to be researched.
So, if you're wishing you were psychic, too, believe me: you do not want to know what people are thinking 24/7. People are mean, nasty, selfish, arrogant, and, 99 percent of the time, their brain waves can really hurt your feelings. But, since no one can know of your powers, you can only walk through life and pretend that you're not affected. You have to try not to remember how Jounouchi looked at you yesterday and thought, Sick.
But I don't like Jou, anyway. He always wears jeans and T-shirts that makes him look really simple. He jumps around like a dog and talks too much. Unfortunately, he also happens to be good-looking. Dark amber eyes that peek out from under shaggy blond hair - which is, admittedly, attractive; but it only adds to the idea of him being a dog. I can't take credit for thinking of that analogy, though. Kaiba was the one who said it first as an insult (Jou and Kaiba's dislike for each other could be legendary), and then the idea just stuck on.
That's one more thing I can inform you about human nature. Most popular people you met are the last ones you want to befriend. They float through life thinking that it's perfectly normal for others to gaze at them adoringly, shower them with gifts, open doors for them, and care about their opinion.
Doesn't anyone besides me understand that they're stupid? That's exactly why nature made them so popular and beautiful; so they'd have a chance at surviving in the wild. And how, exactly, do they survive? By using people. They drop you and float away on the currents of their own popularity to the next poor sap who thinks that being friends with someone beautiful and popular will make them that way, too.
Honey, I've got news for you: hanging around them only makes you more pathetic in comparison. To succeed, you got to make it yourself. You have to believe you're beautiful, and soon you become so. You have to do what you can to make yourself step out with confidence. You have to continue to look up so it's harder for people to put you down. You have to exceed your limits. Using others doesn't help.
Because, the more you depend on others, the easier it is for you to break