He does everything with himself in mind. The end goal is his own, and he will take what he wants without any mind to those around him.

He is exactly what you need him to be. Chatty. Brave. A confidant. A great listener. But that is only for him, and not for anyone else.

He is not able to showcase emotion, he doesn’t feel them, nor does he understand their purpose. He is very logical and looks at everything with every single possibility and outcome in his mind within a matter of seconds.

That’s why he is great at his job, and someone that not only everyone wants, but wants to be.

In four years I’ve seen him for what he truly is, but what he is at his core is too much for most to handle.

He is what some may call a Psychopath. Scientists have changed this term to be more socially acceptable: anti social personality disorder.

But how do I know this? He showcases all of the traits of one: insincere charm, grandiose self-perception, impulsiveness and irresponsibility, they tend to not follow the rules or bend them to their needs, and juvenile delinquency. They do not react normally to events such as death, tend to fake emotions, and are liars.

So why is he the Big Bad Wolf?

The Wolf lures in his victims through manipulation. He brings Red Riding Hood down at her core without directly addressing her. He reads her, her facial expressions, body language, tone of voice. He does this to find her weakness and uses it against her to lure her in.

When someone hears psychopath, they think of monsters. They think of serial killers and automatically shove them in that category. Many people refuse to accept that they do in fact exist and walk among us.

As if to showcase his grandiose, he chose the name Savitar, the name of a God.

He is my Wolf in the Woods.






We Both Enjoy Coffee


Warm and smooth in texture, the seeping hot spout drips black gold into my mug, as he had just finished preparing our morning press. I walked behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso and pressed my face into his back. He was warm, and smelled nice. He looked back at me, his blond hair a mess, “how are you this morning?”

Four years later, after confirming our friendship in the front seat of his car, we live together in a home, drinking cups of coffee together as we wake up, only letting the best coffee pass through our lips. He laughs, knowing there was a time where I detested the taste, and argued that this would never become a staple of my daily life.

And here I sit at our family desktop computer, my Alice in Wonderland mug beside me, the Cheshire Cat now fading, and only his grin remains.

Death wish Coffee. It was Death wish Coffee that turned me to “the Dark Side”. Both the companies namesake and their Valhalla Java are always stored in our kitchen pantry. The companies Valhalla Java is more crafted for a pure flavor with caffeine the afterthought whereas Death wish, though having a great taste, is more for a caffeinated pick me up than a flavor chaser.

Being a person who suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, high caffeine is something I need to watch out for, limiting my mugs of morning brew to no more than two, and cutting sugary soda pop out completely.

We enjoy trying new blends, as this was not a staple of his when we first met. He used to adore Peet’s Coffee, and still grabbing a bag once in a while, Death wish is our more preferred option. But we find ourselves at local coffee shops quite often, small chains and Mom & Pop storefronts to try and keep us running for all of our adventures.