Have you ever considered your public image.
Amongst the other threads, a few of you have been discussing details about yourselves, the likes, desires, and influences. But have you ever considered what others my perceive you to be, your public image.
What my neighbours must think of me is almost too frightening to consider. I've lived alone in this tiny house for 13 years. The majority of visitors are bikers. Yet my house is undeniably one of the best kept in the area, with flowers and plants in ever nook and cranny. Gaze through an open window and door, and books replace plants. Then there's the little dog. The older cars, to which I will frequently tinker with. Supermodel blondes, occasionally slinking out during a Sunday afternoon.
At a guess, I'll say my neighbours have me down as a queer arsed, mass murdering megalomaniac, who takes commissions from The Hell's Angels, and dumps body parts within pieces of old cars. Only a few escape, but look rough when they do.
Truthfully, I have no idea what people might think. Although over the years, each of those descriptions has been relayed back to me, individually, in some form. Similarly, my manners and respect towards others, often causes concern (Kill them with kindness) .
Amongst the other threads, a few of you have been discussing details about yourselves, the likes, desires, and influences. But have you ever considered what others my perceive you to be, your public image.
What my neighbours must think of me is almost too frightening to consider. I've lived alone in this tiny house for 13 years. The majority of visitors are bikers. Yet my house is undeniably one of the best kept in the area, with flowers and plants in ever nook and cranny. Gaze through an open window and door, and books replace plants. Then there's the little dog. The older cars, to which I will frequently tinker with. Supermodel blondes, occasionally slinking out during a Sunday afternoon.
At a guess, I'll say my neighbours have me down as a queer arsed, mass murdering megalomaniac, who takes commissions from The Hell's Angels, and dumps body parts within pieces of old cars. Only a few escape, but look rough when they do.
Truthfully, I have no idea what people might think. Although over the years, each of those descriptions has been relayed back to me, individually, in some form. Similarly, my manners and respect towards others, often causes concern (Kill them with kindness) .