I don’t know what’s going on
A Part öF me
Fucking prick
A part of me does, though will never tell me
So don’t say that I’m
Lie’И
My words never matter; just a proof of concept, so I can write about anything I want until I can (not)…
Whatever
I’m gonna talk about something that happened on work. Sure, why not.
The beginning doesn’t matter; either way, come in to work feeling… whatever, then better, then wanna fucking die for “no reason”… victory taste bitter sweet…
I’m not doing a good job at providing the normal perspective, just having Empathy as the King of Games means it feels like losing either way….
Doing a really poor job rift now
Maybe they actually broke me this time…
Whatever
I was in a bad mood; go to the bathroom, into a stall; sit down, maybe piss, idk, i didn’t really need to use the bathroom; as I’m walking out, some kid is walking in; having the time of his life, singing to my music, dancing, … blocking my path.
“Get the fuck out of my face.”
I was already past him; I turned my head so he knew.
…
It was strange; he was..
Confussed
Like…
Whatever, he tried to be… whatever he tried, failed.
I go back to my kitchen. A few minutes later, he walks up to the counter; “don’t think about being smart with me again” or something like that, I think. I ignore him at first, some food is ready, not paid for; not my problem yet…
He’s quietly hovering by my counter; “can I help you with anything?” No response; go back to my business; decide to go for a second time, “is there anything I can help you with?” – kinda gives me a side-eye, so he heard; No Response; whatever…
I go back to work, and when I turn around, he’s gone…
Ensured
Whatever that means
…
So, here’s the peek into my head; the little stories I tell myself to make sense of strange things that happened around me; I can’t get in trouble if I’m playing pretend…
Doesn’t it sound kinda insane to wear a mask of your own face?
Nevermind
So, here’s an example of a story..
This kid … I don’t think anyone has ever told him “No;” i don’t think it’s possible, at least in this “story” I tell my self; normally MCs can just skip NPC dialog since what they say isn’t important…
I’m not gonna tell my story.
You’re not worth the time; shitty fans
Anyways, I’ll just end with… what will I end with?
Basically, the thing that’s actually relevant for me; normally they call me “Pussy.” I won’t even take food they’ll throw away, since they could fire me for technically “stealing” from the company; they’d be fucking morons to fire me for that, and I know that. Literally, their loss, not mine.
I’m not really afraid of getting fired.
I could easily get fired for telling a customer that; using profanity directly to HiM, while wearing “their uniform”…
Let’s just say…play nice, kids😘
♡Sugar☆World☮ 