Still Figurin' Out Who I Think I Am

This one's about angels, or not.

BCF PROMPT: "Have you ever accidentally made a terrible first impression on someone? What do you think makes for a good first impression?"

Good evening, fancy readers! I'll get the obligitories out of the way soon enough so I can provide myself ample space to get all unconventional on ya with my "Resurrection Jukebox"  pick.

Have I ever made a terrible first impression? Sure! You don't look like me and not piss people off unintentionally. In fact, my whole modus operandi is to weed people out based on first impressions. You think my gigantic beard is for fun? No, brothers and sisters...it's to determine who's down with me for the long haul. If you can get past how I look, you've got a ticket to ride shotgun with me wherever I go. Whether you like it or not.

That's not to say I don't pick people wisely...I'm pretty choosy, actually; to a fault even. I'd rather fly solo than associate my good (albeit weird) name with douchebags and felons. But I think that's standard for most people, even if it takes a little bit of livin' and learnin' to figure that out.

The curious part of this prompt is this: if I made a bad first impression on anyone, what reason would I have to share it? Like, was it a shitty job interview? Did a first date with a super hot chick go haywire? Was I having a bad day when I ran into someone else having an equally bad day? AAAARRRGGGHHHH!! That's not me, I swear!

Look man, most of y'all know me as teddy bear who gets bent up over stupid shit I'll be over three days later. That whole "chose your battles" concept is something I'm still learning, even at 39. You'd think I'd know this stuff by now, but life likes to smack you down occasionally and deliver opportunities where you have to struggle to fit in. First impressions? I'm all for the first 36 impressions. Sometimes it's your day, and just as often enough, it isn't. Why hold that against someone?

"Do you believe in angels?"

No. Straight up; no. Why should I? I'm not gonna open some supernatural door for the righteous powers of good when evil can just as well walk through it! That's silly! I mean, c'mon, aren't they all on the same plane, or something?

Hold up; lemme back my fat ass up a second. Angels exist; I've even seen some sleep  .

Angels though? In real life? Sure they're out there, and I've blinded myself to their existences. The do-gooders do good without question, the recipients aren't always aware, and I'm stuck in between. Fuckin' angels...doin' me right when wrong is all I seem to accomplish. Riddle me that, my friends.

MUSICAL BREAK!!

I wasted way too much time today on confronting my love for Ol' Dirty Bastard  . Is this his best output? No. But it's the most palatable. And I still wear my "Wu-Tang Forever" t-shirt proudly.

"Woo hah!! Got you all in check!"
Lyrics.  

THE DAILY BOX SCORE:

I'm tired...need me more sleepy. If I can get it.

And on that note, I'm shutting this down. Peace, I'm a dirty dancer, and GOODNIGHT NOW!!