Snakes.
I always used to think that snakes were awesome, and I was even lucky enough to have one as a pet when I was younger. R.I.P Boring, you were awesome. However, the more I have to deal with people, the more I’m realising snakes weren’t as awesome as I once thought, nor were they our scaly friends. They’re the people that you think are friends. They’re the people that you trust with things and who actively find out information about you to tell others what you’re up to to try and cause trouble. Someone that I thought was a good friend of mine felt it necessary to tell others about a social media post about me having a bad day and not feeling well, and make it into such a drama that transpired into a superior asking for twenty minutes if my life is okay and what they’ve done wrong and that the snaky cow that told her was just so worried about me. If she was that worried, she would have spoken to me, not spread rumours about me and my feelings. People are awful and nothing but trouble. Maybe I’m just cynical? Who knows.
C.