Once again, the world changes....
I watch people who wrap themselves in cynicism. It's like a signpost. I've been able to see this invisible blaze most of my life. I am oddly drawn to it.
The cynical disbelieving aspect of a person rarely fails to disguise a tender heart, a marshmallow interior. I couldn't say for certain whether the inverse is equally true, but I will admit to a certain distrust of seeming sincerity. I wonder what it hides.
Sucker for a creampuff seems overly simplistic. On the other hand, who am I to argue with Occam's Razor?