Humm, something smells like chicken…
Something about me is apparently scary. I’ll admit I’m a little brash – perhaps even brazen – and I’m certainly severe. And I guess I can see how those things might be unnerving, but scary? Plus, I really think that those particular traits are signs of my passionate nature. So they should be taken as good things right?
So, something about me is scary. At least that’s my deduction because I’ve effectively scared off several people in the past few months. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing. If these folks think someone such as myself is so scary then perhaps they don’t possess the type of character one would want a friend to possess.
Although I have some vague ideas, I don’t completely understand what could be so scary about me.
That’s alright. I don’t need chickens for friends anyway.