BOREDOM II

I'm going crazy staying in my room. The last few weekends have been completely torturous. While I love the comfort of my own room, I have not spoken to anyone for the last ~50 hours. But I hate the idea of socializing. I mean I dig the idea of watching a movie or a play, but to sit around listening to other people's problems and dramas, I would sooner jump under 25.

I don't want to be alone, but I hate being with people more.

So I checked if I had autistic characteristics. If you're familiar with autism, it's difficult to detect in adults. Some professors came up with a questionnaire, and you can just Google it. And if I were to trust the validity of the questionnaire, I would be borderline autistic.

For once, I was speechless.

BOREDOM

You can send me your picture and I'll draw it. But you have to wait til I finished medical school. It's a particularly boring day. So I went to a kitchen (a kitchen, not the kitchen. That's one of the good (bad?) things about Floyer House, you have access to every flat), opened two cabinets and just randomly switched the stuffs.

Hey I was bored. And nobody saw me.

I know God did. But it's a boring day.