As I sit here in my quiet, secluded room, enveloped in my
off-brand Snuggie, I feel obliged to impress one thing upon my future roommate:
I am an introvert.
That’s
not to say I hate people or that I don’t like to have fun, but I don’t think
you’ll catch me going to any insane parties, or even going out that much. I
find that life itself provides enough social interactions (and problems)
without me actively looking for them.
So, roommate,
our relationship will probably play out like this:
I’ll
say what needs to be said and interact with you when I need to. Then, if we
start to notice things we like about each other via t-shirts or whatever, I may
start to talk to you, which will lead to a positive friendship. If we don’t get
along, I’ll probably avoid you so as not to tick you off. I really have no
expectations for a roommate, so I’ll mostly just go with the flow (as long as
the flow isn’t extremely loud or invasive).
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