That's how they knew. I've always been curious how the people in AP USHistory thought I was The Cynic amongst them last year. It bothered me, because I didn't really think of myself as much worse than anyone else. I wasn't insulted, I was just intrigued. I've heard it before from Rachel's mother when she said "He doesn't trust anyone" at the magician's show. How could they know? What would give them the idea?

Maybe it's because I am cynical. I don't trust people. But that's not true! I trust people. I just don't trust human nature. I know people change. So I believe them when they say something, I just don't trust the thought or feeling to continue indefinetely.

Oy. Why bother? I'm a flawed human being. We all are. One "improvement" leads to another flaw. It's all about perspective. And at the moment, I've stopped caring. Leave me to this warded shell, this flatline. It has fluctuations, true, but I accept them. They're smaller. Smaller than me. And that's saying something.