The poseur didn'
t believe there was anybody out there who wasn't trying to take advantage of any oppurtunity they could, or try and walk over anybody they could, or that if there was somebody like that, they were doing it for the same reason he/she was, to win or make himself/herself look good/
popular (or even outcast if that made him/her
popular with other people that had been rejected by others, anything to keep himself/herself from ending up alone). The poseur didn't really believe there was such a thing as goodness, but knew how to manipulate people through organizations such as religious organizations by speaking a language that he/she thought people wanted to hear (such as there are good people out there or the world can change it's
heart). The poseur
never once thought that the world might not want it's
heart changed for it, that the world thought it's
heart was good the way it was, the poseur
never once thought that because the poseur didn't give a fuck what people thought about anything, but desperately cared what people thought of him/her (despite saying the opposite, that he/she cared about people but not what they thought).