It stings.
What's so wrong with me?
Am I rude?
Do I look angry?
Is there an issue with my outfit?
Do I stink?
Then why are you not smiling in return? Why must you whisper and cast sideways glaces? Why when I speak do you look at me as though I am from Mars? I strive to be time, reliable, helpful, even polite. Yet the attitude I am continually met with lacks authenticity and reeks of yikiness. .
Why is that?
It's because I am the something hiding in the sheep that is always a threat.
I am the Wolf.
What's so wrong with me?
Am I rude?
Do I look angry?
Is there an issue with my outfit?
Do I stink?
Then why are you not smiling in return? Why must you whisper and cast sideways glaces? Why when I speak do you look at me as though I am from Mars? I strive to be time, reliable, helpful, even polite. Yet the attitude I am continually met with lacks authenticity and reeks of yikiness. .
Why is that?
It's because I am the something hiding in the sheep that is always a threat.
I am the Wolf.
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