So, what do I carry? Physically, it’s pretty minimalist: my ID, my phone, and ChapStick. That’s it. No survival kit, no fancy gadgets, just the essentials for navigating the modern world and keeping my lips hydrated.
But emotionally? Oh, that’s a different story. I’m always packing a hefty dose of awareness for my surroundings. You could say I’m perpetually on high alert, soaking in everything. And depending on the day (or the minute), I’m either overflowing with compassion or, well, let’s just say my temper is riding shotgun.
That temper? It’s usually reserved for a select few: jerky drivers who apparently got their licenses from a cereal box, or any complete jerk who dares to unleash their nastiness on animals or children. When I see abuse or anger directed at the innocent, I transform. Picture a foul-mouthed wombat spitting rabid flames. Yeah, that’s pretty accurate. Consider yourself warned.
It's a blast, blast, blast. 
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