I get told more often than I care to admit that I “scare” people.
This has me puzzled.
I don’t know what I’m doing to warrant that.
It bothers me probably more lately.
You don’t get a second chance at a first impression. Apparently, my first impression is one of fear. Not intentioned by any means. What usually happens is people get to know me and the moment the opportunity affords itself; they feel compelled to share their first impression of me…such as;
“I thought you were a bitch when I first saw you”
“I was scared of you the first time I met you”
“I thought you hated me when we met”
“I am still scared of you”
I really don’t understand it. Yes, I admit, I have a “don’t take crap”attitude. I have a very dry sense if humor. I admit that I may appear brash (i.e. Bitchy) and standoffish; but, truthfully, I love having people around. I love to meet people. I don’t have time nor the desire for drama or stupidity; but everyone I meet is interesting. We all have a backstory, mine happens to be filled with things that make me, what some call, “bitter”.
Once folks get to know me, they learn that I’m more loyal than man’s best friend. I would practically give the shirt off my back to anyone I feel truly needed it (sorry, I’m not about helping those that don’t help themselves).
I hurt. I cry. I bleed. I laugh. I dream. I am not here to scare people.
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