Hahaha....they think it's an act but that is precisely how I am. Seen people who can draw your picture like 99.9999% real, and wonder in amazement? I do coz I can't even draw circles and rectangles!!....
One of the reasons it seems so strange is I don't depend on anybody's approval , or lack thereof to act, rather I do precisely what I want to irrespective of extenuating circumstances.....
Here is the reason why you see so much combativeness wherever I go, and which honestly doesn't sway me in the least; Unajua curiosity killed the cat? Hao ni kama mapaka. You notice there are people who log 0n to go and just talk shit all over the place on peoples' walls, instead of simply ignoring or just scroll down.
Instead they start following me in the literal sense, and wherever I post, guys with wounded egos follow me to get even, a pleasure they will never succeed in; I am more hard headed than 99.99999 of the population and autonomous in thought, and that's what sets me apart. I will NOT go to people's walls to speak shit with them, I will ignore the messasge; but these guys they follow me , and are there to talk shit each time I post something, so that should explicate the manifestation that plays out on my walls, and I drive ALL OF THEM OUT with no exception.
I remember one of the first times I posted here there was this lady
@GeorginaMakena who was a pioneer the group of peolple that trigger the irascible genie within me, and I duly let it out.
If u meet in person with me, this might give you a good picture about how I operate.
I had indicated about one week ago, on the fact that I never messed with girls save for one in standard 5. So we are standing in front of the class in a queue getting maths homework marked by the teacher. Some lady, out 0f the blue, because she didn't see me speak much, decided to start messing around with me. So I turned towards her, and tilted my forehead downwards to her eyes with mine, and after 10 seconds,, I turned away, and she stopped what she was doing--for two minutes!! After resumption of her shenanigans, and right infront of the teacher and the class, I fired out the most potent of slaps I could possibly dish out; a momentum driven slap, so she got the pure slap, plus that extra oooomphhh by planting my right foot behind me further to right and swung my shoulders hard as I hit her, and that knocked her off balance, and stumbling down, that she used her hands to control the otherwise would have been ugly fall, and she never showed up anywhere near me since then, and neither did any of the girls ever try to bother me since then.
That's my diplomatcy 101.
The girls in standard 8 used to bet on how long my future wife would remain alive after marriage, and the average was one week, the greatest irony of which is the fact that I ended up marrying one of those very girls; the one who was always 2nd or 3rd in class behind me, and back then, we didn't even talk to each other.
Funny how karma works.