We are nothing more than an accumulation of the people we meet, and the experiences we share. Unlucky for you, all of my friends and family are girls, and my experiences in brotherhood is virtually none. As if to highlight this, I even experience severe stomach pains and mood swings the first few days of every month.
But perhaps there is still hope. I am beginning to befriend males in high school, but always extend my hand for a hand shake, unsure what to do in case of fist bumps or that strange vertical high-five-arms-locking-chest-bump motion; even for standard horizontal high fives, my success rate is roughly 40%, missing many in the hallways awkwardly. There is a very good reason I don't play sports.
Aside from that, I often walk outside at night. I have all day to see daytime activities- when else can I see nocturnal activities take place? Life and the living fascinate me, though the dead often fascinate me more: nature dissects them for me. Consequently I often sleep little, if at all- life seems more interesting at night, but maybe it is just exhaustion making it seem that way. Sugar is probably a contributing factor though.
Sweets. Sugar, chocolate, candy, cakes, cupcakes, pies, cookies. If I had a choice between a decent cookie or 20 dollars, I would immediately pick the cookie- if I say the cookie costs 4 dollars and delivery costs 17 dollars, it's plausible enough for me to say it's profitable.
Lastly, I am known to be scatter minded. On my way to my room to make my bed, I remember to do the dishes, but on the way to the dirty dishes I drink water, which makes me think of "trash water", the water inside the trash bag, reminding me to take the trash out, but somewhere along the way I forget everything and end up vacuuming. This is generally speaking- different story when it comes to studying or martial arts.
On a side note, the content of this essay is largely filtered- I am a huge fan and provider of sex jokes. Glad to meet you.
Few things not mentioned that I considered mentioning but thought of as low priority so negligible :
-Strictly speaking I am bisexual, there are definitely guys I would go for given the opportunity, but it's not like I'll ever go "EHEUEHUEHUEHEUHUEH MENMENMENMENMEN". I considered starting it with "I am bisexual. BUT FEAR NOT ROOMMATE! I am only bi in the sense that..." but I felt that would be insensitive to homosexuals who need roommates.
-Actual roommate stuff itself, I am fairly quiet because at home my family rarely talks to each other because of our work schedules. I listen to music with earbuds, always triple checking to make sure no one else can hear because I'm paranoid they'll judge me. I am used to doing a lot of housework, I have an older sister, younger sister, and a mother, no father living with us, so a lot of the dirty work is put on me, the middle child son.
Any feedback is welcome, thank you anyone for spending time to read this. ^^
But perhaps there is still hope. I am beginning to befriend males in high school, but always extend my hand for a hand shake, unsure what to do in case of fist bumps or that strange vertical high-five-arms-locking-chest-bump motion; even for standard horizontal high fives, my success rate is roughly 40%, missing many in the hallways awkwardly. There is a very good reason I don't play sports.
Aside from that, I often walk outside at night. I have all day to see daytime activities- when else can I see nocturnal activities take place? Life and the living fascinate me, though the dead often fascinate me more: nature dissects them for me. Consequently I often sleep little, if at all- life seems more interesting at night, but maybe it is just exhaustion making it seem that way. Sugar is probably a contributing factor though.
Sweets. Sugar, chocolate, candy, cakes, cupcakes, pies, cookies. If I had a choice between a decent cookie or 20 dollars, I would immediately pick the cookie- if I say the cookie costs 4 dollars and delivery costs 17 dollars, it's plausible enough for me to say it's profitable.
Lastly, I am known to be scatter minded. On my way to my room to make my bed, I remember to do the dishes, but on the way to the dirty dishes I drink water, which makes me think of "trash water", the water inside the trash bag, reminding me to take the trash out, but somewhere along the way I forget everything and end up vacuuming. This is generally speaking- different story when it comes to studying or martial arts.
On a side note, the content of this essay is largely filtered- I am a huge fan and provider of sex jokes. Glad to meet you.
Few things not mentioned that I considered mentioning but thought of as low priority so negligible :
-Strictly speaking I am bisexual, there are definitely guys I would go for given the opportunity, but it's not like I'll ever go "EHEUEHUEHUEHEUHUEH MENMENMENMENMEN". I considered starting it with "I am bisexual. BUT FEAR NOT ROOMMATE! I am only bi in the sense that..." but I felt that would be insensitive to homosexuals who need roommates.
-Actual roommate stuff itself, I am fairly quiet because at home my family rarely talks to each other because of our work schedules. I listen to music with earbuds, always triple checking to make sure no one else can hear because I'm paranoid they'll judge me. I am used to doing a lot of housework, I have an older sister, younger sister, and a mother, no father living with us, so a lot of the dirty work is put on me, the middle child son.
Any feedback is welcome, thank you anyone for spending time to read this. ^^
