Sometimes I don't think I know myself.
Who am I kidding?
No one knows me.
Aw, come off it.
When you look at that redheaded guy with
the hat who's always showing off and flirting, no way, that isn't me.
You were close though.
He's my mask, my shell, my alter-ego –
whatever.
See that teenager who's feeling confused
and almost on the verge of tears now?
Yeah, that's the real Irvine Kinneas.
Surprise, surprise.
You know what?
People sure are confusing sometimes.
I mean, look at those around me.
Zell, for example.
Observe the guy.
He's annoyingly temperamental at times, but
he's just so brave and enthusiastic.
Not to mention hyper.
And genuine.
No airs, no pretences, nothing.
You gotta admire him.
Shhh, I'm supposed to dislike him, so you
didn't hear this from me.
But sometimes you wonder if that puppy-dog
behaviour the girls love is his true self, or just a wall he uses.
Maybe he's just a very good actor.
Food for thought.
Anyway, I'm moving on.
Squall's next.
Sure, he might seem to have the personality
of a rock, but of course there's one part in his personality that's quite
capable of being happy and simply loving, which he doesn't feel comfortable
showing to anyone.
Squall's a lucky guy.
He's got Rinoa.
Hey, don't get the wrong idea, I don't
fancy her all that much.
True, she's cute, okay, extremely cute,
but she isn't my kind of girl I suppose.
It's just that she's someone who's capable
of bringing out his hidden self.
I don't have anyone for this purpose.
You're probably thinking now," Irvine,
darling, aren't you forgetting someone really special?"
Yeah, yeah, I was just about to go into
that.
Selphie, right?
I guess that's who you want me to talk
about.
Aha.
You're a romantic junkie, aren't you?
Well, about Sefie…what can I say?
She's the person, besides Squall, who knows
the most about me.
You should know we were best friends when
we were little and I was pretty messed up because of my past – stuff I don't
want to talk about.
I can safely say she pulled me through
without knowing it herself.
Heck, maybe she was the one who
actually unconsciously encouraged me to put on this mask.
I never thought about it in that way
before.
I guess I was so amazed by her sheer
optimism and natural joyfulness be it rain or shine, that I tried to be like
that.
Thus the happy-go-lucky, frivolous,
don't-carish Irvine was born.
Selphie's one person I know so much about,
yet can't fully understand.
I wonder who will shatter more, if we ever
were to part in any way.
Me, maybe.
She probably thinks I take her as somebody
to lavish affection upon when I feel like it and somebody whom I can cast aside
when prettier girls come in, yet expect her to hold me in her arms when I'm
down.
I wish I could tell her she's so much more
than that.
About my, uh, flirtatious ways – they're
just something I can't give up.
Hey, don't roll your eyes!
If I weren't known as the ladies' man, who
would I be known as, then?
The person who looks suspiciously like a
misplaced cowboy?
Come on.
Without my little ways, and my gun, I would
be nothing, next to all the other complex characters I know.
It's not a nice thought.
Hmmm, I've been rambling for a pretty long
time.
You're probably thinking I'm being dumb,
and am just ranting over nothing when my life is seemingly perfect.
Well, I guess this was useless then.
You know what I'd really like?
People actually bothering to look beyond my
outer surface, and telling me about who I really am.
Whether I'm just an insecure nerd at heart,
or a lion-hearted person, which I seriously doubt.
Oh, well, thanks for listening.
You've been great.
