I’m a white boy
but my nips bleed red
I put blue hair dye
on my American head
I love to ask people about their favourite things. I hate when they don’t have an answer. It shows me that they don’t think about things, simple obvious things that are very often ice breakers and conversation starters. I want to know your favourite colour. Your favourite number. Food, restaurant, store to shop at. Animal, season, city. Musician, album, movie, actor, television series, book, video game, quote, drug, and alcoholic beverage. When people don’t have an answer to a single one of those items, I feel like it’s impossible to gauge if we share any interests, and then I lose my interest in them.
Everything in my life can seem perfectly normal, but the second that I begin talking to someone at a lower eye level I start to uncomfortably feel like there’s a giant, visible booger hanging outside of my nose.
I enjoy making plans and scheduling for my future. I prefer organization over living my life in the spur of the moment. It is great when my friends invite me out and I’m free, but I am very often obligated to a prior engagement. That might frustrate them, but I like it. I’d rather have my itinerary jam-packed than to passively hope for something exciting to fall into my lap.
When I have too much free time on my hands, I feel like I am doing something wrong, like I am lacking in the focus necessary to take advantage of the limited amount of time that I have. Unavailability to me means that I am actually doing something productive with my life. I can easily make time for people. I just wouldn’t be caught waiting for somebody else to reach out to me first.