I am lazy. I wish not to meet anybody. But for diplomatic reasons, I have to. We all need to be people pleasers once in a while, or rather, most of time actually. Ah crap, too much of existential reading prior to this meeting, I can’t be expecting myself to talk like a snob. I need to get into character, of a bourgeois man, to shoehorn myself into one of those amiable banter loving sociable earthlings in the name of building strong connections for future endeavors. Fuck no, but yeah. I rather be home with the accompany of my books, but I can’t. I need to better work towards my happiness and harmony for the coming 2years. Urghhh, leaving home now and weeping.