No no, you don’t get to pretend anymore

First and foremost— I am single and will probably be that way for the rest of my life. I am way too strong willed and opinionated to actually be with someone anymore.

I don’t care for much that has to do with popular culture or societal norms. And in all honesty, would probably be best suited for hunting Nazis and making sure they get dead.

I am bored most of the time. And when I get bored, I think of all the ways to create a different life and then I act on it.

I don’t have time for petty bullshit and I hate limits and restrictions on me because you think one thing or another about me.

I used to be very very quiet online and loud in person cause I used to be a codependent drunk. Then I kicked the drunk to the curb and started to really address my issues which seemed to piss people off more than me being a drunk. Oh well!

I am painfully shy in public now. I go to events and rarely speak to anyone because I am usually so overwhelmed by everything. So don’t take it personally.

I don’t care for social politeness and I don’t give a fuck about sensibilities. And quite frankly your conventionality and comfortable living standards make me sick. I want to build my own life and dreams which seems to be exceptionally difficult to do under the guise of extreme machismo.

It is boring that you want me to be a submissive coward. Like really boring.

And if you think I carry some stigma with a giant red a or something, think again. I don’t and nor do my children. I took care of them spiritually. Legalities of marriage are state imposed religious oppression and disregard long standing native and tribal marriage practices that I have held firmly to.

I don’t like your judgement of my choice to not make extreme amounts of money and I don’t care if you ever see me for who I actually am. It is not my responsibility.

I don’t believe in being in love, not sure if I ever have, but I definitely love and will continue to.

For most of my life, I was called every name in the book—especially by those who claimed to love me. And so your name calling is par for the course, if not redundantly status quo, so pfff whatever dude.

I have hidden most of my talents most of my life because I can and I have always loved mystery.

Don’t try to flattery me with compliments or thank yous because it is a gigantic waste of your time.

I don’t respect you unless you have been slightly offended by me and overcame it with humor or witt.

You bore me if you think your education, social status, eloquence or economic affluence will save you.

There ya go, there is a little bit more about me and what makes me tick. Tick. Boom!