They're loud, funny little oddballs who usually don't know that they should act any any better and won't learn much of significance unless taught within the scope of their understanding.
If everything I take for granted as being real was fake, well, I'd have to just get over it and start seeking truth.
I like girls who are nice/smart/tough. I don't think about romance enough to have come up with any more complex guidelines.
I don't even have a SnapChat.
Because he's a bigoted immature piece of shit with zero positive traits.
Eat non-junk food meals.
I've never really had a dream to begin with, so I dunno.
"This is fine."
That doesn't make any sense.
I don't see any point in planning that far ahead.
I'd rather be smart.
That sounds awfully complicated. I wouldn't break things off with them unless they refused to listen to reason, personally.
I'm pretty sure the only one I have enough camaraderie with to meet that standard is my brother.
I'm not attracted to anyone in the context of romance, but if I was, I would probably fess up directly instead of having someone else do it for me like a coward.
Bugs Bunny, because then I'd get to screw around with people who have it coming, and do so with relative ease.
I've never done it, so I wouldn't know what it's like.
I would be sorely tempted make sure that I and/or humanity as a species had never existed at all, so it'd be a bad idea to give me that kind of power.
Probably wouldn't do too hot. Literature/plays/poetry/etc. aren't my strong suit.
Deception is gender-neutral, and everyone lies. To others, and to themselves. Even I sometimes hide information/say "You didn't ask."/deliberately mislead.
I don't know.
There's always some risk of losing things that bring satisfaction. That's basically inevitable.
"Another night of garbage sleeping habits".