i grew up alone. over the course of nineteen years of life, one gets used to those seemingly permanent arrangements, makes the "best" out of them, eventually one adopts them as his/her way of life. any possible change in those conditions makes one uneasy and uncomfortable. why bother learning a new way of living if the one he/she is in has worked for this long of a time? there is not a reason, really. i keep forgetting that whenever i talk to people, i'm not good at it, and i'm most likely boring the second party. i don't ask questions, i can't carry on a conversation, and i'm not amusing. i suppose the ideal situation is the one i'm in now. i live across the bathroom from tim. we talk occaisonally, will watch anime sometime or another, and that's it. we understand each other's inability to communicate better than sub-par, and neither of us really needs to bother communicating that much anyway. we either don't have much to say, or there's no to say it to one another.