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!
I’m sorry, I’m *so* sorry you had to see that! I’m not normally like that, it’s just… just… well, it’s really quite *startling* to come home, exhausted, and imagine the dastardly deeds you might have been performing upon the facilities here before I interrupted. Can I offer you a beer?
No, you’re right, filthy drink, that. How about some *nice* happy *antiseptic* alcohol swabs? Yeah? Alright.
My Personality
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Neuroticism
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Extraversion
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Openness To Experience
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Agreeableness
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Conscientiousness
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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.