No, he’s dead.
Well, it’s what I’ve heard.
No, he’s dead.
Well, it’s what I’ve heard.
Surely not.
You never let me down…
In retrospect, it’s just funny (it was funny at the time, but also concerning, but mostly annoying that I unintentionally looked like the kind of macho doofus who would unironically be called ‘Snake’).
You wear an eye patch, and suddenly everyone’s confusing you for someone else, “Hey, Snake!” “Hey, Nick Fury!” “Hey, Captain Harlock!” So annoying! I’m not even wearing my full space pirate outfit, sheesh!
Piracy, not even once (unless you gotta )
I am never, in a million years, gonna get mistaken for that. So tell me, people, why am I now envious?
I glanced at your quote of macho doofus and read it as macho donuts until my brain caught up to me.
I read the story and snorted, at least twice! Maybe it’s just the mood I’m in, but I thought that was hilarious.
Of all the possible nicknames, in that story-- Snake!
(Sorry, I’m sure it was… worrisome at the time.)
Even at the time, I was more incensed that someone thought I looked like a ‘Snake’ than was actually worried.
I think there’s a enormous gulf between my self-image and how strangers see me. Based on the words my intimates use to describe me (“gentle,” “sensitive,” “feminine”) I see myself as some sort of fluffy bunny, but then I’m appalled to discover that strangers often see me as some sort of big, scary tough guy who is likely to murder them. Guess I should wear less black (and work on my resting “will murder you” face)…
Oops, read that as “the words my inmates use to describe me” first.
We need a whole slice-of-life anime about her…