Not a lot of people probably know this, but I could sure rant to high hell if I wanted to.
People see me as the typical geek-nerd, with a smile never leaving my face and a hinted quietness while I move from one hobby to another. I can easily make friends, and I’m not afraid to talk with strangers – with the proper precautions, of course. I easily give compliments, and I am quick to see if someone is in need. I am also known to be zany at times, appearing in costume for my book club there, or wearing a wig as I man my cookie stand here.
However, my temper flares up quite easily, which I of course do not immediately show to the people around me. As a matter of fact, I mentioned at a party one time that I was getting annoyed by a random flirty texter, and an acquaintance immediately piped up, “What? You get irritated?”
That’s the me behind the I.
I have a number of things I’d love to nitpick. A lot, really. It could be something as small as the packaging of a pastry product, or the thievery of the people we elected. Unfortunately, I never quite let out my opinion, as I am always interested to listen to someone else’s side of the story — I know I am quite incapable of getting all angles with just one glance.
And yet, my opinion is still there, quite unheard. As so, it’s my time.
I have a number of stupid opinions, and the world needs to hear about it, just because. Thank you for dropping by, stranger. Linger longer, as the madness is just about to begin.
In a mad world, only the mad are sane.” [Akira Kurosawa]
Thanks for listening.
