I’m not sure if there’s supposed to be anything momentous about the event, but I’ve been noticing, more and more consciously, that I’m given the appearance of Man.

I looked at a bearded stranger tonight, arms spindly and wagging, balding.

Is there supposed to be an acceptance of this discovery? An epiphany? I find none in the idea, but a more interesting challenge in the practice.

Oh! … hello? I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Jared, and you are… Mr. Tong? I assume?

So, what brings you here?

Look, I’m not big on the whole ’silent shunning’ thing you’ve got going, and you’re kind of… you know, invading my personal space here, a place I like to be *really* comfortable, if you catch my meaning, so let me be brief – are you unclean?

Do you wash, y’know, *there*?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHgetoffgetOFFGETOFFthetoiletAHHHHHHHHHHH!

My Personality

Neurotic? Me? I’m insulted!

Yes, I may be perfectly happy sitting at home, mixing hard alcohol and energy drinks so that I stay up until the early hours, while doing absolutely nothing.

My brain has been mushified; let it stay that way.