The Woes of Being Wrong

So, recently, I've had to own up to the fact that I am a careless monster. A careless monster that endlessly quotes Aristotle, drinks tea, and plays sudoku in between bouts of kicking puppies and stealing joy from orphans.

There's a girl, who, for lack of better terminology, I despise. Yet, she feels the need to constantly follow me everywhere I go, message me on various social networking sites, and indict me as an asshole. She then proceeds to tear apart my crazy feelings for a different a girl as if to fleetingly say, "Hey, this chick despises you, so be with me!" The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, and the despiser who loves the despised while despising the despised's despiser is not one who is loved.

Long story short, I'm in the market for a pretend significant other until this thing blows over.

I try not to be evil, and yet I always seem to have to be the bad guy. Sometimes being human is too much of a chore.