Ok—now, i imagine AOC is really pissed, because i saw her whole figure on tv and she didn’t look overweight at all. I happen to be really confused, and that confusion is what makes AOC so angry. I should just mind my own business, right? But why did i write what i wrote? True, if AOC were overweight, then i might’ve considered someone else—if, that is, her voice and her position didn’t make her the perfect candidate to represent the other AOC: my orphan from the future who may or may not have a problem with her weight—at least at one time or another, (like me). Now, i know that AOC’s weight has changed from time to time—so, in my defense, maybe i was just seeing old photographs, but i recently saw her top half and thought, “she looks overweight.” But that must’ve been something else, such as my paranoia—or my tendency to find things wrong with people that i might otherwise have considered breeding with. So yeah—i get it: AOC is probably not even pissed: she must think i’m an idiot—she’s not hurt by my comments; in fact they probably have no effect whatsoever (at least given my current status as a barely existing human being) since, for now, anyhow, she’s made it quite clear, after seeing a her figure in full, at the present time, that she can both have a baby and lose most of the weight that she may or may not gain in the process.
Using AOC’s real name, here, however, is beginning to become increasingly uncomfortable—after having had the realization that everything i’m doing could be interpreted as creepy or stalker like or chauvinistic in some backhanded way—i don’t know. Am I trying to control and or reduce AOC’s powers? Honestly? Even if i’m not, would she interpret it that way? I don’t want that to happen either. But there was another possibility: AOC had no problem with my telepathic persona and the thoughts that we could’ve been and or were having (if and when telepathic communications become a reality) but if she knew anything about me beyond what i’ve chosen to show her, then she would, of course, do what was necessary to defend herself.
I have to admit she looks young—after all, i’m twelve years older than her—and, matter of factly, we might not notice a change in our appearance from year to year, but after a decade, generally speaking, we look noticeably different. So, if you factor in how old i am with all the aforementioned things ruining my chances with the opposite sex—although, i suppose, once you got to know me, none of that would matter, or that, at least, is what i like to think, especially when it comes to AOC, who is fighting for my freedoms—and yes, i acknowledge, again, that my obsession with her could very well be a function of misinterpreting her politics (my politics) as a romantic connection. I guess way in the future, if i don’t ruin it by being vain or conceited, people might look back and think, how romantic! But they wouldn’t do that unless i proved myself as a gifted and independent person as opposed to a challenged and unemployable person.
Anyhow—i’ve noticed previews of what AOC might be like—and how she uses her voice—when she’s pissed or arguing about something, and it’s kind of scary. i don’t want to face-off with that: i’d be decimated. So, again, i have to say it: i’m sorry i talked so much about your weight, AOC; i’m just doing what any republican would do—to get you ready for the big leagues. But, no! That wasn’t going to work! I wasn’t showing genuine regret! I was at best, backsliding and or gaslighting her, and, at worst, assuming that her successes weren’t down to her—it would be, in my conceited world, that they’re down to me. That’s definitely not what i intended to say. So I’ll try this again: i’m sorry i got so worried about your weight, AOC—you clearly have no problem with it now, and, even if you did, i should mind my own business and not stoop to hold something against you that is beyond your control.
Since—as we know, everybody is a good person at heart: everybody wants to be thin. Therefore, if they’re not thin, then that means that they can’t help it, and they should be loved—for who they are, and how they treat others.