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>be myself
>proud stoic
>co-workers signing sympathy card for someone who lost a wife
>sign it under of duress
I failed as a stoic

>be I
>proud stoic
>coworker accidentally spilt coffee on my stack of paper
>she apologizes profusely for ruining my paper
>try to explain to her that it is still paper despite it now being wet

After years of struggling with my beliefs, I'm finally an open and proud stoic. I was confused as a child because my parents sent me to autism speech therapy as a child to cure my philosophy, but, like stoicism, I am as strong as a bolder, if it were a strong bolder

hmm...

whenever someone’s questions my stoicism, I blink once to hide my anger, blink twice to hide my pain, blink thrice to make them disappear

Yes
Are you asking because you want to write one or are you just wasting my time?

>be I
>proud stoic
>neighbors asks me if I can watch their kids while they go out for a nice dinner
>go over and stare at them for 3 hours
>next day get a phone call telling me to stay away from their family or they’ll call the police
>said I was creepy
Why do people speak in such deceptive ways?

>be I
>proud stoic
>walking home from work
>see a baby making a funny face
>I smile back because it was cute
>suddenly realize I betrayed my whole life’s philosophy by showing emotion
I’m literally crying I don’t know what to do now

>be I
>proud stoic
>co-worker asks “What is up”
>I replied “the ceiling”
He laughed at me even though I answered his question the best I could.
Some people are cruel, but I can’t let them shake me.

>be I
>proud stoic
>coworker accidentally spilt coffee on my stack of paper
>she apologizes profusely for ruining my paper
>try to explain to her that it is still paper despite it now being wet

>proud stoic
>working office job
>man in cubicle over says that it’s raining “Cats and Dogs”
>look out window
>just water
would it be more stoic to tell him it’s actually just water or should I maintain my vow of silence?

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OZYMANDIAS

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.