“There are none so blind, as those who will not see.”
All I can do is shake my head. There’s no talking to her. All she does anymore is speak in clichés and movie quotes. I don’t believe she even knows what half of it really means.
The other’s hang on her every word. “Ooohhing” and “aaahhing” over her profound utterances. Their fawning shows their own ignorance.
It does me no good to show her for the imposter she is. I merely look jealous of her popularity. Which of course, I’m not. I just want them to see her for what she really is – a fraud.
I can only blame myself. I introduced her to everyone. Before she came around, they all looked to me for answers. Now, she’s their golden girl. Well, more like gold lamé girl. Funny how you spell lame and lamé the same. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.
Since she’s been coming around, the guys fall all over themselves trying to please her, and the women want to be her. I don’t understand their attraction to her and her vapid personality.
She’s not even very pretty.
Maybe if I keep downing these beers until I’m blind drunk, I won’t have to see what’s going on.
Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Blind [adj. \blīnd\] 3a: having no regard to rational discrimination, guidance, or restriction; b: lacking a directing or controlling consciousness; c: drunk