When I was early teens, being the misunderstood loner was my thing and I did want someone like myself. As I got over that, more late teens and early...
Yes, this is the only thing that’s worked for me with the former employer I mentioned as well. Play nice so they get close to you again, expose them...
well it depends, some people wear their emotions on their sleeves and you can tell smth is off, others are super guarded and can hide their turmoils...
I was born in a time before time near the westernly breezes of the Atlantic. The tigers, upon witnessing my prodigous soul, kneeled, and I rose as their king, though yet a babe. They, having taken me as their friend and commander, reared me well; I suckled their milk and wrestled their kits. Yea, and I became wise; sitting under the moon, I became intelligent, and I endeavored to learn more of the world. Seeing the great stores of knowledge which my race had stored up, I embarked on a quest to study human culture and knowledge. Thereafter I bought legal identification documents from some seedy-looking lesbians, and soon planted myself in a province of Ameristan, then under the bloody regime of the warlord Bush, apparently (to the unwashed) just as much a normal citizen of my host country as thou or he or they. And so treat me well, lest I write a scathing criticism of thy culture, and you all shall be passed up by all the anthropological tourists.
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