I was born rotten, of this I am assured by relatives. Nasty little bugger, and now amount of talking or spanking would drum civilization through my thick skull. In short, a typical child in the time and place where I grew up. There was no conflict, I was what I was.
The little bastard grew up into a monster by age 17 or so, and stayed gleefully in that condition for another 17 years. And that's when I fucked up. At age 34, I suddenly developed an urge to be liked. Never mind that I lacked the skills to be liked, or the social filters that would allow me to fake those skills, I had just decided that I wanted to be approved of. The only thing that monsters do that popular humans do is tell tales. Just something to while away the hours between patrols or whatever else had to be done.
So it's been 13 years of awkwardness. I can imagine that Charley's Kitchen had to be cringe-worthy. I could feel it at the time, I just couldn't do anything to change it. And that's not even counting Jenne (EB&G Jenn, not my wife), Charley, Alty, and others that one day decided that I could not be tolerated, for reasons that were never made clear...Or, for that matter, people who seem to like you enough, but not enough to actually respond to you.
But then you get to see a sliver of your own, personal future, and you ask yourself "Why the fuck did I want these knob ends to like me again?" Why do I give a shit what humans think of me? Why do I try to be something I'm not when other people are around?" Or even, "Why was a face-to-face condescending sneer allowed to go unanswered in the appropriate, time-honored manner?"
I'm fucking tired of humans. Outside of my immediate family, two friends whom I know have my back, and Cain (because he seems to have a keen understanding of what makes me tick, and seems interested), the rest of the species can just stagger off into its glorious, over-heated future without me. Because let's face facts: You never really liked me anyway, and - from your point of view - there's probably good reason for that. But, you know, fuck you anyway.
That's it. Insert clever tag line.
