Ok, OK, OKAY. Fine.
You know, sometimes things bug me. The machinations, I mean.
People, I’m not a machine. Everyone seems to think that if you push the same buttons and you pull the same levers, and you do the same things and post the same things on Instagram, and say the same things in public, and wear the same things on the beach, and walk the same way in front of the paps, that… that it’ll work out, and you’ll get what you want.
So… sometimes, I rebel. Sometimes I DON’T give people what they want, because… I’m NOT a machine. Because I’m not predictable. Because I’m not so… understood.
THAT’S why I stayed away. There’s nothing wrong with Ariel. She did do everything “correct” and had everything going for her- she was under 18, on a TV show, has a popular Instagram, etc… but- no. You don’t control me, Ariel. I do things on my own schedule, not yours. So take THAT.
See, you THINK you understand me. You all do. But you don’t. At least, not usually. Or maybe sometimes.
Now she’s 18, so NOW I’ll go back to Ariel. I’ll start things with her when it’s least expected of me. So there! See- just because you read the script and follow the formula, doesn’t mean that you get guaranteed anything. Especially not with me. Because I plot my own plan and take my own road. Because I go where I please, and not where I’m supposed to.
So… I’ll go back to Ariel now. I’ve made my point.
So there!