As it turns out, just like in The Matrix, the red pill can grant the ability of bullet dodging.

A couple years ago, there was this girl that I worked with at a Dominos near my house. She was hot. I was fat, broke, and awkward. I wanted her to like me so badly. But she had no interest in me, and I knew that. I was never one to chase dead ends, so I want to say I asked her out maybe once, and it never really went anywheres. I didn't even really know her personality, or anything like that.

A few years pass, and I have overheard rumors about her. She is skanky, and a lesbian of some sort. I barely give much credit to rumors. I like to judge people based on their actions/words. One night, after having lost like, 100lbs, and finally feeling good about myself, I run into this girl at a local bar. She is out with her friends, and she notices me sitting off on my own, messing around with my phone. She stops, puts her hand on my shoulder, and can't believe it's me. Oh wow! Hey! How's it going!? Hugs....

She has gained a bit of weight I notice, but she still looks alright I guess. She asks me where I am working/what I do for a living. I just smile and say "I make money". I'm not playing your stupid games. I ask her how she has been, and what she has been up to. Went to college, can't find a job, and got pregnant with two kids you say? Oh, the revenge is just so bittersweet. She soon realizes that I don't have much interest in talking a lot with her, so she reaches out, squeezes my shoulder and says "We should hang out sometimes. Contact me on Facebook. I've been thinking about you recently". How fucking quaint. I see your fucking game. No thank you.