Two Girls Discussing the Ludicrousy of Boys

This story is in Swedish, so it can be found here.

The Girls' School Master

“Welcome to class!” he said.

The girls looked up. Two of them started smiling at him in a way he recognized as simple enough to hide that they were hiding something. Most of the others just straightened their backs and seemed to be preparing to listen.

Being a male teacher for this all-female class could hardly mean safety to assume that they all would fancy either listening to what he had to say, nor that they would even look up to him enough not to insinuate that there was a mistake in letting him be there and earn a salary for doing it! He had been told they were, at least potentially, among the worst in the state about such insinuations - “except for to the extent we can keep them from thinking they'll ever get away with it!” they had said; both of the two people who he spoke to when applying for this job said something in that fashion.

It was not easy for him to get this job. But he had fairly good merits as a man capable of being soft and authoritarian at the same time. It had been fascinating for him to portray himself as the man for this work place, after seeing an ad for a, preferably male, teacher for girls who lacked the belief in the discipline of care and development.

As he sat down, he noticed something on his desk. It was a book, which made him insinuated for him that someone had been assuming he needed something to read by the side. “Oh, what have we here?!” he asked, and picked it up.

As he did, there somehow seemed to be a slight air of delight among some of the girls.

He looked at its back side. Doing this he read that it was about “how to stand up against those who can manipulate people into belief in pretending there's a point to every scorn against humility that could be expected in certain situations.”

Thereby he looked up, and saw the girls giggling at him. Looking at them he said: “I'm not sure that I need this!” upon which there was a silence.

One of the girls said: “It seems they have given you a book in order for you to find out how to feel humility is enough for handling those who all seem intent on being hardy and cruel!”

From behind her another girl began speaking: “I guess they all want you to find out what it's like to be a teacher for an all-girl class?! Well here we are! And what do you think of us?!”

“I don't know what to make of you all yet!” he answered, upon which there was a brief mumble among the girls.

“No, that figures!” someone said and blew her bubble-gum.

Another girl, who sat next to her, looked at her and said: “How come they give him a book without making him find out how come he has to read it?!”

The girl with the gum answered she thought that “They need him to know why he seems to be an authority unless he believes that they are insinuative of virtue about care for tendencies for care for love and affection!”

“I guess you mean they care for sensuality, in that respect, then?” he remarked.

The girls smiled and said: “I don't need you to say that you have to be into sensuality for the need of destabilizing that those who represent power can pretend that we are scoundrels will continue to do so for those years to come when we have finished this education, and will need to propose they be seen as vain those who pretend we're to be looked down upon!”

“I see that this book comes from someone in this class, then!” he said finally.

Some of the girls smiled musingly over that he said it. A few of them started to be a bit vulgar so that he felt unsure of whether or not he could withstand as authority against them! “Do you mean that I should try to be soft on that you try to be clever at pretending to be normal, whereas - even though - the faculty has had it you shouldn't be seen that way!?”

One of the girls looked at him and said: “Am I stupid enough for them to say that about and are you cynical enough to believe them!?”

“I must be cynical! The faculty will be against me to the extent I'm not!”

She looked at him again and said: “Why not find us to be the kinds of teens who find ourselves to be virtuous at least for the sake of interpreting mistakes as immature to make, and thereby not the need of being tutored by a special teacher such as yourself!?”

“It's because they, the faculty, don't see it in you to be that kind of mature!”

“Then how come they seem to be with you about that you shall lead this class by rather good and gentle means?!”

“That's because they feel that I have so far managed to have you think about yourselves as being smart enough not to pretend to be sensible about what to do about your situation of being in a school for those distrusted by their elders!”

“Then how come we all feel you need that kind of a present?!” she asked, seemingly indicating the book.

“I don't know why!” he said, and then finally began his lesson.

Two weeks later he was called to a meeting with the school's board of officials. They told him that he was not allowed to feel that the girls had the right to feel that they were at all more smart than those who went to the ordinary schools where they could have been. They also said that he was going to have to leave his job after finishing the on-going school year.

That's What Men Should Be Like (According to Some!)

“It's Beatrice and that other Ann who are into pretending men should be of authority if any good at all!”

His girlfriend (whose name also was Ann) looked at him. “Are you sure?”

“Almost!” he responded. “I feel quite certain! But to the extent there's a point in it for you, perhaps you could find out from a girls' perspective!?”

“I guess I can!” she answered. “But I don't want to jump to conclusions about them; not with you, and not when I'm checking it in that way! ... So how do you want me to find out?!”

“Eh, hm. I'm of sure about that!”

“I guess they could be seen as the bitches that sort of have us all be evil in that sense?!”

“Mmh, yeah, that's what I mean!”

“I feel certain that Beatrice is actually lesbian, and she that other girl seems straight! Somehow I feel then that they should not be seen as the same kind of bitchy in that sense! ... I wonder if it's like one of them is about seeing men as inferior unless they hurt her, and the other like into wanting to piggy-back about it?!”

He looked thoughtful. “Yeah I guess that could be so!”

“It's not like I'm always right or something! It's not that I couldn't be wrong! Perhaps the two of them are almost exactly the same - even though I've got something of a gut feeling to the contrary!?”

He sighed. “Yeah, perhaps that is so!”

“But, Jeff, how did you reach that conclusion, in the first place?”

“It's the way the behave, that's all!” he answered.

“Then I feel we shouldn't be sure to begin with! Perhaps they're just bitchy because somehow, ... it's like one of them might have a mother who is like that! The other might just be sort of trying to pretend to be like that! ... Or something like that, perhaps, right?!”

He sighed again. “Yeah okay, perhaps I've been a little bit hasty about them. I can agree that I don't know their moms, nor if either of them has any like silly faking of herself as such a bitch.” he said and sighed once more. Then he added: “But don't you know it?! It's three of that other Ann's and at least one of Beatrice's ex-boyfriends who have been made to look evil simply because they were being good to her!”

“Ohh! That guy!? ... I mean that ex-boyfriend of Beatrice's!? ... Yeah! I find that guy to be a bit too good to be viewed as such a butthead evil guy!”

“Yeah that guy!” he said feeling certain she meant the same kid.

“I don't remember his name really! Was it Oscar?”

“It might have been! Either way I found out from him, and from two of the other Ann's exes that they were badly treated as such!”

“And the forth guy?!”

“Him I found out about from that his mother told my parents about it!”

Now his girlfriend looked thoughtful. “Alright!” she said. “I'll settle for that she's almost certainly that kind of an evil! I'll find out about Beatrice tomorrow, I think! Because, you know, they're having a girls' gathering in the park near my work place every Wednesday. I sometimes go to them after lunch. I mean they sit close to where I usually eat.”

“Great! I suppose they don't want to talk about it, perhaps, though!?”

“I know, but I'll find out; at least I think so!”

“Great! But how?”

“Don't you worry! I think I can find out about them, if you'll only leave it to me!” she said firmly.

“Why do you feel that I can't take part in that?!”

“Because they feel that those who are into what a man has been thinking should not be considered friends, enough even to answer to her questions!”

He looked startled. “Oh! It's all that bad!”

“Kind of!”

“Alright, Ann! Do it your way then!” he said, but felt weirdly that perhaps she could be manipulated by them if she didn't let him in on it. “It's sad but true, isn't it,” he added, “that they, and not those who say to themselves that men should be allowed to be modest, are into such esteem about themselves! ... Right?!”

She sighed. “Yeah, honey! It's sad! But now I really need you to let me go, so that I don't have an air of too male friendly for them about me!”

“I can't see the real clue you have about them unless you tell it to me right away! And I can't find a way to be trusting you anymore if you don't want to tell me!”

“Then I'll tell you this! I find out how they behave about me finding it in me to want you to seem to be a nice enough guy to have as a boyfriend! They try to tell me how aren't, perhaps, or they try to tell me what to expect from someone like you. Thirdly, perhaps they try to find out what you really are of a man - or of a boy, they might perhaps be thinking! ... Now, how do you want me to find out if it isn't about you that they can relate to what men are like!?”

He thought about this for a while. “I guess that it could also be that it's your bro or dad that you'd ask them about!”

“I know! But if they don't find that I have reason to think about you, then I can't relate back to speaking to you without them having a hunch about it!”

“I guess you can find out, then, about both me and your dad, and perhaps your little bro as well!?”

“I guess I might do that!” she said and with that they decided to follow through with it that way.

After work the next day they spoke again about it, and she had found out that they indeed found both her dad and boyfriend to be silly enough fellows not to pay much attention to. About her little bro they said that perhaps he was being an innocent little kid so far, and that could be “fine so to speak,” they had told her. But later on in life he would probably grow up and thereby be the type of fellow that perhaps needed to learn how to make his stands so that he could be “seen as a real guy to be into as what a man is, and not what he pretends to be when he's not about being what he really is into that they should fancy him as!”

“That's just about all they said!” Ann said.

Her boyfriend looked troubled and stupefied. “I suppose,” he said hesitantly, “that it's me they see as the type of fellow who's just faking it! ... and those who seem to be dishonest as the only men who are for real then, or should we say to be treated as such?!”

“I guess they meant something like that you - and my dad as well - can't be trusted for their kindness, while they themselves - and I too - should be! That I don't agree with! At least not the part about them being more trustworthy than you or my dad! But I can agree with the part of it that is that men in general are not trustworthy unless one sees the worst side of them already. Because I can find them to find themselves clever at pretending I should be trusting them just because they find themselves to be what I should like to view as trustworthy!”

“I find myself to be an exceptional guy, then!” Jeff said.

“I guess that a man-woman in a relationship aught to be about trust in the first place, right, Jeff?!”

“Yeah!” She saw that he kind of - or at least almost - mused about it.

Jeff looked at her and added: “Why then find responsibility in pretending that they aren't ridiculous in trying to be cute and so, for you, and why not commit yourself to me for the sake of our relationship to each other!”

She looked at him. “Oh, Jeff! You and I should perhaps do that! Perhaps we should feel that we are the only ones to really be good enough for each other!”

“Then why don't you try to feel that I am the only guy there'll ever be for ya!? ... Or don't you and I fit together just like Adam and Eve for it!?”

“Yeah, Jeff! I guess we do!”

Thereby Ann and Jeff began a relationship where she secretly vindicated Jeff's esteem as a guy to be reckoned with as superior. The two of them thereby were or at least seemed to be adapted to what that Beatrice and that other Ann had seemingly had it a man should be. Indeed they (almost subconsciously) gave up the morals that they felt those two (and, as they eventually found out, at least a few other women as well, it seemed) would define as “surface good”. ...

It's a Guy Whom They, the Women, Want!

Victor looked annoyed. “Don't you see?!” he asked. “It must be he and not the girls who cares to pretend as if something about the so-called moral in that he has all of them!”

“It's they who hide it all the time!” his friend Seb answered.

“They don't see their own interest as something too important in it all! What do you mean that it even could be they who actually care to pretend as if it really is adequate that he has them all?!”

“They might want to be hiding their wrongs behind that fellow!”

This seemed to blow Victor's mind a bit. He flinched, looked thoughtful and said. “I don't know for certain if that perhaps explain why they behave as they do.”

“Why else would they be into believing that they have something for him? In a sense, though, they seem to have something for just about any authority man. Only, I guess, this man is especially smart at having them think that they can be hiding behind his ass forever!”

Victor peered thoughtfully. “I guess that could be so!” he said after a while.

Two days later, the two friends went to a fairly well-lit park where they knew the womanizer they had been talking about usually picked up a few girls after having been at a bar where he also did that, but where he also left them speechless about that he didn't really take anyone home with him.

The two of them hid up in a dark treetop. From there they hoped to see, in binoculars, what the son of a bitch was doing. ... But to begin with they had to find him, for which they searched the park, using their binoculars. After they had been doing that for about twenty-five minutes, Seb spotted him entering the park, and pointed this out for Victor.

They watched him stand there at first, looking around, and having a seemingly delightful appearance. Then he picked up two young women (one around twenty, the other a little older) who had begun looking at him. After talking to the two of them for a while he also caught the eye of a teenage girl who passed by, seemingly on her way to a popular disco that lay there right next to the park.

The two young women greeted the teenager. The older one of them heartily took her hand in hers. Then she assisted her, it seemed, in trying to score on the guy. Meanwhile the younger of the two made herself available for either him or one of the other two in the small party of four that had now gathered, by assisting him in making clear that he was a guy to trust for the type of relations that one should be expecting to last.

Seb looked at his friend. “Clearly he wants them all three for his bedtime fun! Now, why, do you think, will they be accessible for him?!”

“Perhaps because of what you've been saying, right?!”

“Hmh. He's there for them in a sense that makes them feel assured that they don't seem guilty unless he fails to emphasize his air of adventurous escapades! That's why they love him for it! It - seemingly, at least! - protects them from seeming bad even when they are!”

While they were talking, the guy had been joined by yet another girl, who was around twenty, and with the four of them he began walking towards a dim area of the park. Seeing this, Seb said: “This is proof that they never will be available that way for someone who doesn't approve of having them hide hide behind him! It's proof because he walks that way in order to reassure then that he actually will be giving them that kind of adventure!”

“Then what,” Victor asked, “should we do about it? For we don't care, do we, and we don't have to know, what it is to be similar to the type of damned fop! Therefore, I ask you, my dear friend, why should we sit here, in the first place, up in the treetop, wait for the little incident of the charmer catching a few girls!? Why should I have to trust you as a friend if we can't go down there and spy more thoroughly on them so, that we can learn how to charm them ourselves!?”

“I don't think we'll learn anything much from doing that! Besides, it's probably risky!”

Victor sighed. “Are you sure? ... Because then I ask again: How come you feel they were worth it to spy on, in the first place?”

“It's because I already know everything! The whole deal with him is that he shouldn't be seen as what they see him as! My problem is only why those girls find it attractive to be in the illusion that they really get away with it!”

“I assume,” Victor answered, knitting his brows, “that they can expect some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy about that!”

“Great! Then we've solved that problem as well! Then - I agree - it would be worth it, perhaps, to be spying on them more closely! But for that sake we need to be better prepared than just with a pair of binoculars!”

“I agree! Do you mean that we should by saying that to people try to have him seem ridiculous to be trusting, or do you mean that we should keep it a secret?!”

“I mean that we should let people know, but carefully!”

“How can we be careful enough about it?”

“I don't like that you see that as a problem. I hope we both are able to use our skills and intuitions for it! I hope you, as well as I, can keep your ways good enough for that kind of word to spread, and that without the girls who support him focusing on us as his and their enemy!”

“Okay, I'll try to stick with that!”

Two months later, the two friends had spread their word about it. They found themselves to be a bit backed up by some women and many men about it. But, they did not manage to very much undo the harm they found the guy to be doing! In that, they somehow found the situation to be fairly normal! ...

It Seemed to Her that She Knew Everything About Flirting

“Indeed!” she said.

He looked at her.

“Indeed!” she repeated. “I very often feel that we are one!”

“Should I believe that?! ... Or do you want me to just pretend it for the sake of having an affair?”

“I feel that we can be seen as one because the sense we have of each other is that when I want something, you seem to want to handle it as though you knew what it was about!”

“I feel that we are not one, because we don't belong to each other!” he said. “If it seems to you that I seem to know what you feel you're about, then how come I don't seem to find it a safe assumption that you are about, ehm, whatever you are about right now?!”

“Indeed,” she stated one third time, “do I feel that you and I pertain to one another! But since you have now ruined it, I'll just have to move away from the thought of you as a guy I would be likely to have for a partner!”

“Well! I see that you're trying to engage me in trying to pretend you've been working on me all day or so!”

“I don't feel I have to show it to someone that I'm working on contact with! I feel that we two are in contact, just because of that extra notion of you and I being intuitive about something, now and then, that scores on us as similar in our wishes!”

“Only this morning you said to Harold, just as if I didn't exist, that there are no men except him! Now, how can you find yourself to be intuitive with me after treating me as so uninteresting?!”

She looked thoughtful. “This morning I was, ... let's see. Harry and I seemed to relate to each other like we were into finding ourselves at home with each other! There's always room for a newbie to be seen as welcome to greetings so that he or she doesn't feel left out!”

“Oh! That's every newcomer I suppose!? ... Or is that only the male ones?! Or the young and ones, even?!”

She looked at him, fairly upset with what he just said. “Do you feel that I have to be harassed just because I help some people feel smart at relating to what I am?!”

“I don't see that I have to feel that you're just helping those people to adjust to what's proper to know about you! I find you to be flirting with just about everyone in the office, and, okey, especially teh new boys that come here and lack experience!”

“Don't they need to find themselves at home right here, and ain't I doing what there can be done for them to feel at home!?”

“I don't feel that you treated those new girls that same way!”

“Don't insult me about not being able to know how to suppose they need my introduction! It's they who are cunning already; in the ways that I know how to introduce people into beginning to be.”

He peered at her with suspicion and some contempt over him. Then he sighed. “I'm not going to believe you! But I know that those studs that come here and don't know about you will! So how come you try to score on me!? Haven't you got enough of them already!?”

She touched his shoulder and said: “It's you who are the kind of guy who really is what I really love to fancy!” There was an air of delight over her.

He looked stubborn. “Bitch! For the sake of pretending I am the only man you want in that certain manner! ...”

She sort of smiled at this comment, then said: “You and I have nothing to engage in with each other. From now on I'll keep away from you, and so also, I expect, will you keep away from me! Right, stud?!”

“Alright, I'll keep away from you!” he answered.

With that they ended the conversation. From then on they only occasionally glanced at each other, hardly ever both at once. Also, from then on, they both pretended that they wouldn't ever have been attractive by that other person!

"We are the Proud Defenders of Humanity!"

“Look! It's too pathetic to feel as if they were actually moral just because they're into looking at themselves as smart at nailing those who have authority over them.”

“Why do you feel they aren't trying to actually nail them?!”

“It's because they're actually working on trying to find out what that is that they're into authority for! They're into authority only because there are criminals who try to pretend to be reason enough for the rebels to fake that they are unnecessarily harassed by those authorities!”

“Then why do we have an authority in them who wants to see itself as good enough to be worth it to portray that way?! It's worth it for the sake of training at sorting out who is what, and when we actually have an authority there! Therefore I think they're not worth it to have as the authority they are, and they are not worth it to be trusting!”

The son of the two people arguing broke in. “Papa, mama is right in that they are not to be trusted! They are actually so fake that even the police don't trust them!”

His father sighed. “It's necessary just the same,” he answered, “that we let them be seen as good enough for being the right type of opponent to those who have the criminal type of authority! Because, they use the only language those criminals are willing to understand - and thanks to that, they can beat them at their own game!”

The ones he was referring to a community for defending the privileges of those trusted by society. It was founded by some people who clearly saw themselves as superior to anyone who could have it in them to join a movement against belief in society. Even so the organization they had founded also used illegal methods. ...

His mother now broke in and asked: “How come sonny, do you think, does he feel we aught to let the hypocrisy of those who fight against accepting the methods they want to use themselves?!”

“I guess mommy, it's because he feels they aught to have the might and power to oppress everyone else with it!”

Both the son and the mother mused contemptuously at this. The mother smiled and seemed to sort of to cuddle up with contentment over the notion of the father as a person to be scorned.

Real or not Competences of Morality(?!)

Cecilia looked at brother. “Why is it,” she asked, “that in the movies, in television series, the looser that seems bullied never turns out to be a bad person too. Cause, as everybody knows, the bullied person often is someone who's being bullied for a reason, hardly ever for nothing - even thought those who bully him or her can very likely be assholes too!”

“Why wouldn't it,” he asked her back, “be the bad person that is obvious about being bad that is actually bullied, then? How come, I mean, do real people find it in them to be obvious about feeling sin is adequate for an excuse for being bullied, while in the movies, those portrayed as real, seem adequate to fit in for ever with those who view piety, virtue and so as very good to have!”

“Why don't you ever answer instead of just asking back?!”

“It's because you never ask anything that is worthwhile! Because there's no reason to believe there's a goodness in all of us, but of course the movie stars can't be portrayed as though they weren't supposed to be virtuous models of behaviour, so that they can serve to keep society going! That's why sis! Now I've answered!”

“Cut out that nonsense of trying to pretend the producers of them are just into making our society work! I mean they really want to make the money, don't they?! Now, wouldn't it sell better if they really sorted out the reality of things!?”

“I really can't say they shouldn't believe that would be working for their money, sis. So, actually, you're right! They aught to work on portraying them as being fairly bad people, I guess!”

“I mean how come they don't try to make that way of making money fit in with contributing to a good societal view on what to expect from people?!”

“It's because they don't really have the guts to feel that they are evil! In fact they could all have been bullied themselves! That's what I believe!”

“But how come they don't feel then, that they could make money from portraying themselves as almost not evil, and then they would be just like the rest of us!”

“I don't know, sis! But perhaps that's just because they're not evil in the first place, and then they can't be evil enough to portray it like that!”

“I don't know how they in that case can portray themselves as sophisticated at being wise and robust so that there's no actual reason behind the bullying! Because a liar is after all not an actually good person, and they seem to be into something like lying when they portray themselves as that good!”

“I can't say they aren't very wise, those producers, and besides that, I doubt it that I was right about them being bullied all the rime! Instead, I think now, they are into determining assholes as the ones to be sophisticated against, and not just by joining the bullies or something!”

“I agree. I also suppose you're into lying to me about why they are being bullied, because I don't feel they're actually smart enough, those victims, to be the ones to proclaim that no one, not even they, should be bullied. Instead they keep on suffering and feeling as though they were supposed to be assumed to be superb, and that therefore the bullying that goes on should target others instead of them.”

“Yeah, I agree! But I don't also feel that they're being bullied only because they're bad! I feel they also are bullied because they seem odd or so.”

“It's not really they who are being bullied only because they're odd. And I don't think it even could be the main reason, actually! Because all the bullies I've met seem like smart enough people to figure out that an odd person could be as adequate as a more ordinary one!”

“I can't feel that you're up to a point that actually suits my interests! I mean I'm being bullied, and I don't feel they have any reason to torment me but that I'm alone and that they are many!”

“I suppose you're being bullied for the sole reason that you're pretending to be good all the time! I mean pretentious people are exactly what they're targeting!”

“Then give me a reason to pretend I'm not good, and I'll show them how to be into that bullying isn't an actual triviality to be dealing with!”

“I feel that your not good because you're pretending to be good all the time! I also feel you're not being bullied, because you feel that you're too smart for them, actually. That is, I don't feel you're being bullied, since they can see in you that you're strong inside and that you're not the chicken they have in those they want to victimize!”

“I feel I'm bullied because they want to pretend to be my friends and then they always see our friendship as an inadequacy. I moreover feel that I'm being bullied by those who refuse my friendship because of those fakers that I've already been friends with.”

“Then how come you feel you're being bullied and not just assumed to be a bad person? I mean it's not bullying, really, to pretend as if something about a person one doesn't trust or so.”

“I feel it's bullying in that they pretend I have a reason to believe I'm below them! I also feel it's bullying because they try to pester me about how they feel about me and, as if I weren't their friend or potential friend, in reality, they harass me about being good to the people they don't like!”

“Then how come you keep trying to be good all the time?!”

“It's because I don't have any choice but to try to be good to everybody, because otherwise they would still embarrass me about being sophisticated against their morals, or so-called!”

“ The adequacy for being into a moral is that it's actually worth their while, and thereby they should be into you as the person they aught to judge by standards of sophistication as virtue for them and not as a reason for bullying you!”

“I know! That's why I feel I'm inadequate for them as it seems!”

“What then is your point in feeling that you're worth it by pretending to be superb and virtuous?”

“It's about that I can't sync with them, and not about that I don't have any actual morals! I mean I'm not really pretending for them that I am a a guy of virtue. I just really am that!”

“How come, then, do they pretend, as you say, that you're not actual about it?!”

“It's because they already had the share of the virtues I had for them! Thereby they feel they can be tricking those who don't know that I could become a good friend! And thereby they seem to be good friends themselves, because they also trick them into thinking they had nothing for me, nothing to be grateful of!”

“I thereby see in you a fellow who cannot communicate his will to be into virtue and thereby you are being bullied because they don't see it in you to be able to prove that they could feel better about having you as a friend than not!”

“I see that you're trying to understand what kinds of friends I really did have! Or aren't you into seeing it in me to be a pretender who doesn't seem moral because I wasn't good enough at communicating the virtues that they seem ridiculously and/or arrogantly into pretending I couldn't have?!”

“Okay! But then how come we are supposed to have a friend in that girl Maria, who is that kind of a faker?! I feel she hasn't got, that is, the morals of staying adequate for telling the truth about people. Or didn't you notice how she smiled when she said that guy Tony wasn't into morals and that he had simply tried to see to it that he was a guy to be reckoned with as though he was worth it, but that then he really wasn't!”

“I suppose that Maria is simply about what I feel is really inadequate, then. Do you mean I really aught to take care of not having them as friends who could even potentially be fakers?”

“Yeah, I guess you should be into that about them!”

“I feel I don't have anything to gain by not having them as friends! I feel on the other hand that I do have very much at stake with them! Therefore I have to treat them as my friends until that someone comes along who will break the evil spiral of that they all seem of like lying about me!”

“I can't believe they will ever try to break that spiral, unless you show that they're not really worth your friendship!”

“It's very difficult to break this spiral by myself, sis. And really, I can't believe one must try to understand everybody as evil enough to lie just because others have!”

“Then, bro, I will find it to be said that I shouldn't worry that those bullied always seem to be the ones too innocent to be treated well! Instead I shall see it in them to be the suckers at actually trying to be into something that is really certified as moral, and not dependant on others points of view of some kind!”

“I guess I will never come out of this spiral, since you say to me that I'm just a sucker at certifying morals! It's not really all that it's about, that certifying thing!”

“I know. But I can't feel you're being moral unless I actually know you're certified as it! I'm sorry bro; I really can't help ya'!” With that she ended the conversation.