Hate Fest 5000: The Big Dog Syndrome

When I feel uncomfortable, out numbered, or left with no options, the big dog syndrome revels itself. This is the moment where my hair stands on end and teeth start to show. Maniacal laughter will sometimes rip from my vocal cords and I swear it is like someone making themselves at home in a concentration camp. Drinking cocktails and lounging on barbed wire. Sometimes when I seem most relaxed is when I am the least comfortable because it truly is a fucking act. The big dog does not run with its tail between its legs, does not roll over and piss itself, and the big dog always keeps its back to the corner. You will see this mangy mutt in the climbing gym full of guys, the weight room, the park bench alone, the movie store, the restaurant (seat for one please), the music venue, and the night walk to the car. The switch is flipped and the neon sign says, "DO NOT FUCK WITH ME."