People who meet me think I’m a people person whereas in reality I’m as misanthropic as Jonathan Swift.
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I meet loads of new people for work. Some of them tell my workmates how nice I am or how warm and friendly, or how much I really care about their business.
The dark truth is I’ll forget about them almost the second I leave their company and at best I’m indifferent about them only as long as their intentions are completely aligned with my own, if they start becoming a hindrance I can be one sadistic ****.
I also use African American teenager slang unironically even though I’m Celtic, nearly middle-aged and live in Wales.