I’m a wolf. It is in my name, spirit and heart. It is imbedded in my personality. I have, and always will, live as a wolf. I will never become a sheep (or sheeple).

 

I should first off define what I mean by my use of the term “wolf”. No, I didn’t get bit by a wolf walking on hind legs during a full moon. What I mean is that I have always chosen and followed my own path. I refuse to follow the sheeple mentally that most people in the US and the world follow. I don’t give a shit what the most popular music is, the latest fashion, which popular star is in jail (or dead) or anything else that seems to capture and hold the attention of most people in the US. I don’t follow sports, don’t drink the hyped beer advertised or shop in the fashion stores.  I never have.

 

When I was in school in the 60’s and 70’s, I was the same way. I dressed the way I wanted, not the way my classmates did. In high school, I ran with a bunch of freaks that did drugs. I liked them, it was fun watching them get stoned. They were different than most of the rest of the students and accepted me even though I did not do drugs myself. I resisted all their peer pressure and they finally gave up and accepted me the way I was. I was “goth” before anyone, including myself, knew what “goth” was. I spent a lot of time roaming graveyards and wore a lot of black, still do. Don’t ask me why, is just the way I am wired. I didn’t know anyone else that way that influenced me, just the way I turned out.