I want to be prettier, but actually do not have a good reason for it. Without thinking, I compare being attractive to the opposite sex like being wealthy, and upon consideration I cannot come up with a reason that fits with my other truths, so either I toss all of them out, or admit that there is no good reason to want to be prettier. Intact, previously, I decided that being too cute would attract too much of the wrong attention, like how I decided that I never actually wanted fame or popularity until I am dead but would prefer an ease of life. Some examples are Garth Brooks or even Miley Cyrus I bet if studied popularity effects the body like drugs or alcohol. Some people can sample it and then decide what they will, but I value the freedom offered by prejudicely deciding that I will have no part and I do not know that I can just flirt with such power.
Maybe it is unrelated, but I love the scene from the movie "Anonymous" where the earl of Oxford recognizes the power of words to influence popular opinion.
But, with a larger perspective even winning peer support seems pointless.
To sum it all up, we ought to be in the world not of it. So, things like popular support and their currency matter almost nothing, except that the ten commandments weigh heavily in on our associations and relationships with others.
So, wanting to be pretty is pretty useless. Nevertheless, I want it.
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