Naturally a wallflower & outdoor enthusiast, the boiling point for engentado is low…not even room temperature. Perhaps I’m overreacting to the pricks whose illecebrous acts and irenic words force me to gag. It’s unfortunate the number of close-minded greedy fucks that walk the cement claiming love when all they desire is power…regardless of the aftershocks.
I crave the outdoors, sans man’s footprint, and alone time with my love, moppet and dog. It’s said you attract what you’re ready for, but I never want to attract ego-driven narcissists. Give me my family and space when the day ends, and if my blank stare gives you any concern, direct me to the nearest woods and leave me there. I’ll return when I’ve filled my cup, and can sustain my shallow pool of tongue-biting patience.
Photo credit: Kevin Weinstein