I hate shopping actually I hate going outside. Eepp am I anti-social? Yes T_T
I don’t know if it’s my face or what but people usually hesitate to talk to me. Yes, of course I’m sitting with a serious face with an arched eyebrow, even I wouldn’t approach myself.
Today I saw a kid of three barely four and he had the latest smartphone, of course his mum’s or dad’s. Kiddo at that age I had only heard about a thing called “mobile.” We were never allowed to curse or swear and even if we accidentally said, “oh shit” my dad’s stare was enough to turn us into ash. And today’s kid don’t even know what fk means and they say like it’s a very normal thing to say.
Oh I have the same stare as my dad. Yipeee it can come handy because its scary. Oh no something is wrong with me. I’m happy people being afraid of me. Whatever I love my stare. Me is evil. Me needs power. Muhahahaha.