Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing

I took a personality test in one of my psychology classes at the University.  It placed me in a small percentage of the population who view their environment as hostile.  I balked at the results.  I have always viewed myself as an optimist.   But as the years have passed, I’ve come to the conclusion that the test results were pretty much right on target.

I’m intrigued by people and what makes them tic and act so differently from one another.  Sometimes, I’ll sit in a public place, sip some coffee and just watch the ‘people show’ unfold around me.

On the other hand I’ve observed enough to know that below the civilized show that people put on, wolves can be lying, waiting to pounce.  Women can be very viscious with their gossip, lies, and manipulations.  Men can be verbally caustic and violent.

If it weren’t for civilized laws that hold people accountable for their actions with the threat of incarceration, the level of crimes would be drastically increased.

Those are just my personal views and observations.

I don’t watch the news on TV because most of the top stories are about violence, pain, and death and that just reinforces my negative view of the world.

I am wary of men in general and have a strong distrust of those with dark hair and dark eyes.  Don’t ask me why.  I was never abused by a man so I have no rationale for my feelings, but I trust my feelings and usually let them guide me.  Once again, I chalk this one up to another one of my little phobia things.

I feel much more comfortable around women than I do around men.  That’s just a fact.

This line of thought came about when a tall, dark haired/eyed man visited the bookstore today.  I don’t know why, but he gave me a bad case of the creeps.  He didn’t say anything out of the way but his eyes were intense and penetrating and I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.

After he left, I started thinking about my distrust of people.

Of course I know that there are lots of people like me, Elizabeth, Aunt Samantha, and Uncle Peter out there who are good hearted souls but finding them means opening up and exploring.  I’m not up to that at this point in my life.  I like my own company and the company of my close friends and family.  That’s enough for me right now.

Maybe I spent too much time using my imagination helping Elizabeth on her romance novel plot. 

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

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