Praxis

People (one person, that one time) say to me that I should be more like that (modestly dressed), which I hear, I really do, don’t get me wrong, but — and yes, you know what that means — I think (not really thinking though is it) they are perhaps, with the best of intentions, nevertheless, mistaking one thing (me) for another thing (someone who cares) and that this, though for the best (most ordinary) possible motives has led them to take what I can only describe as a cuntish approach to the issue, which if left hanging, will cause them (him) to assume an aura (reddish) of false superiority (like he could ever kiss my shoes, but you know).