But yeah, I feel like I should post to the main wall of this blog since if I just post music thingies in the background nobody would even notice. So here comes a story, kids!
For those of you who don't know, I have a roommate. People call him Twitchy. I call him Tater Tot, because he's okay with people calling him Twitchy and not okay with people calling him Tater Tot.
But yes, herein lies the problem. We're weirdly compatible as friends, and it's kind of a bad thing for me.
Here's a little bit of insight into how I interact with friends: I push boundaries. Once I've been friends with you for long enough, I get a good feeling for how much you can tolerate in terms of teasing and such. Then I proceed to dance on that line for the rest of said friendship as such:
So yeah, I can be pretty out there in social situations. Tater Tot, however, is passive in most that he does. I've been friends with him for a while and have yet to find a line on which to dance. This creates some awkward moments when I try to make him uncomfortable and it just... doesn't work.
An example of this was when I was (badly) playing the piano once, and he came over and asked to play something. I felt like being annoying, and only gave him half the chair on which to sit. While he played a tune with his right hand, I proceeded to pull his left hand around my neck and hold it with both hands against my solar plexus, thinking that he'd tolerate it for about twenty seconds, then get up and give me the chair back. But alas, I was mistaken. We probably sat there for over five minutes, stuck in a stalemate of awkward proportions, each of us testing how long the other would last. You could cut the tension with a knife.
I forget who gave in, but it resulted in a picture on a cellphone that I hope never gets posted to Facebook. Maybe I will eventually find my roommate's tolerance line... that is my dream...
Jacob
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