about the grump

I am a grump. Grumpy, grouchy, cranky, call it whatever you want. I'm it. When people don't know me, they are afraid of me. I am unapproachable. When people, after years of trying, finally get to know me, they tell me I'm a grump, and grouch, but a nice grump or grouch. Whatever. That just makes me even fucking grumpier.

I am not a morning person.
I am not an afternoon person.
I am not a night person.

Maybe I don't like people, maybe I don't like my job, maybe I was born at the wrong time of day, maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I don't know how I got like this, or why I'm like this. My mom tells me that I was pretty much born this way. How is that even possible?

I don't necessarily look the part of the grump. Children don't flee into their mother's arms when they see me walking down the street. I look pretty normal, no horns, I don't wear black from head to toe. If you passed me by in the street, you wouldn't necessarily know I was a grump. Oh, but I am...

Enough about me, I'm getting grouchy just thinking about it.