when you’re on your late twenties and still feel the odd one out
confusing. on my part because I’m already old enough to be equipped with social skills and yet I don’t apply it. I’m not just good with people. I’ll smile, talk a bit and that’s that. Period.
surprisingly, even though I don’t quite fit in where I am right now, I don’t care at all as long as I’m doing my job and at the end of the shift, I’ll go home with my daddylabs and babylabs. back then I’d lose myself thinking what’s wrong with me, now I don’t care anymore. to hell with what they’re thinking.
someone from my work place said I am an antisocial, even called me a lonewolf, I had a hard time fighting myself to tell him to research the meaning of the word and give him the middle finger . Yes, I am aloof and yes, I’m quite reserved but I am not an antisocial. I am selectively social. There’s a big difference. char. good thing I didn’t give in to his senseless comments about my personality, I just figured out yesterday he’s considered one of the “maluwang ang turnilyo” peeps in office. thank God for my instinct.