Being this unbothered takes practice.

Let me check my schedule for caring... nope, fully booked.

Read the room? I am the room.

I came, I saw, I judged.

I speak fluent sarcasm and a little bit of eye roll.

My patience has left the chat.

Attitude? Please. I have taste.

Congratulations on your opinion. Nobody asked.

I have a black belt in eye rolling.

Okay, and?

Your opinion has been noted and ignored.

Me, pretending to care: an Oscar-worthy performance.

Just because you're awake doesn't mean I am.

Your approval? I've never needed it.

Too glam to give you my attention.

Thanks for the unsolicited advice. I'll file it in the bin.