Who You Is?

The other day at work I went to Wendy's for lunch and I ordered a combo meal. Well, I substituted a side salad for my fries because I believe that Wendy's fries are by far the worst fast food fries. Anyways, they put my salad in one bag and my burger in another. I hate that. I told my girlfriend that I hated that because people see me and think, "Oh look, the fat guy has two bags of food." And she just replied something about how I care so much about what other people think of me. But she's wrong. I don't care what other people think of me, as long as it's the correct ME that they form their opinion on. In other words, if you don't really know me and you form an idea or an assumption about me that you don't like and base it all on misinformation or incomplete truths, I take issue with that. In that case I do care what you think of me. But if you do know me, the real me, and you still don't like me, I don't give a shit. I'm me and I like me, so you can go fuck yourself. And Wendy's can go fuck their fries!