My first contact with Tim was when he sent me an email trying to
catch me after I left the lounge too
quickly when he entered one day. My name had caught his attention,
and he felt some silly desire to
make himself known to me. Anyway, we clashed magnificently
in the lounge, and on the posting board. We never could get along, and
I enjoyed prodding him occasionally, because an over zealous response was
always guaranteed, even if it happened to be him storming off in a huff.
When I met him in reality I immediately liked him, and we've become best
friends since. We enjoy each other's company on quite a great deal of occasions
because we don't have to put up with all the bull shit that people seem
to accept as necessary. It's just one great big waste of time, and
thankfully Tim and I just walk right past it. He respects my often
brutal honesty, my need to always be strong and in control of myself, and
has a charming knack of analysing things and summing them up into someting
very simple. Often he oversimplifies things which are not meant to
be so simple, but I can get around that. He worries too much, takes things
way too seriously, is constantly in a state of paranoia over something
trifle, and has a ghastly habit of arse-kissing. Thankfully the gratitude
purchasing habit is being gradually worn away, and he's developing a much
healthier respect for himself for who he really is, rather than what people
see him as. He has proven himself to be a most valuable companion
in the manner I employ.
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