I am a sexual being! However, men seem to be inherently thick in the skull. I love complexities and issues and things to fucking talk about that aren’t fabricated pieces of a scheme Mr. Hip-to-the-Groove is chasing. How am I supposed to trust a man? I mean, is that a joke??? How am I even supposed to trust myself?
Irritable, apathetic misanthrope needs money - major authority issue, aversion to friendly meaningless conversation, hyper sensitive to harsh words and/or ignorance, fairly minor anger-management issue, but should be ok if managers/co-workers/customers just fuck the fuck off.