I Am The Wolf, And Also Drunk... ish.

I'm pretty sure there is an anti-establishment gene, also known as the "fuck you" gene. I'm pretty sure I was born with it. I'm pretty sure it might be ruining my life. But the almost normal girl in the terrible shade of purple on the train, who tried to dress nicely for a night out on the town, is wasted across from me on a Saturday night, and I think, "She has a better job than me, she has weekends off, and nice shoes, with a mediocre sense of fashion." And I am so glad I am not her, even if I'm screaming fuck you to the world like a wolf howls reasonless at the moon.