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Okay, just one more thing about the Guy Whose Love My Sister Doesn't Return. Just one indulgence of self-pity for myself, if you please.狢 earned it, dammit. :)

Does anyone in the world out there think that if I were someone who doesn't resemble the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man's fat cousin Hilda, that Mr. Sad Sack would feel comfortable sharing his feelings about his sad love life to me? Does anyone out there think that if I looked just as I do now, but thin and pretty instead of fat and ugly, that I would be the Sounding Board? I would not. I would be the Next Love Prospect.

I am in no way attracted to this guy, mind you, but I wonder why it is that it's taken for granted that I wouldn't mind hearing about how much in love with my sister (or, in other cases with other Sad Sacks, my friend Erica) they are because I, myself, am fat and obviously don't have to worry about these things?

It's just, you know, it's interesting. I myself wouldn't be attracted to me, mind you, but I also don't think that just because I looked like me that I would be the perfect person to confide in about my love life. (Okay, that sentence made no sense, but it can be excused because I'm Ranting.)

I know what will be said: the reason he and other Sad Sacks are comfortable in confiding in me is because I am a thoughtful, open, understanding and empathetic person, a good listener and generous personality whose charm and sympathy invite people to open up to me.

This is obviously not true, but even if it was true, I'm tellin' ya, the boys wouldn't whine at me if I were to express this charm and sympathy looking like Christina Applegate in a halter top.

Thank you for your time.

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