The first thing on the list is an introduction and picture of yourself. Well, I am not good at introductions. It's like in school when the teacher says "we're going to go around the room and say something interesting about ourselves." Yeah right. I mean, when I'm asked to tell a room of strangers something "interesting" about myself, it's basically the peak of my social anxiety. First off, there's no possible way I'm going to be able to think of anything to say. All my interests and hobbies are instantly cast away into the black abyss of my mind that gets taken over when I am put on the spot in situations like this. There are an array of things flying through my head at this time, things like, "what do I say? What are my interests? Do I even have interests? Not really, I just sit at home! I like cats. No, I can't say I like cats. I watch a lot of Netflix. No that's weird. I can't be the weirdo!" (Another example of me caring too much of what people think). Secondly, no one actually cares to hear me ramble about something "interesting" about myself. Honestly, I could care less what they all have to say, so why should they care what I like doing in my spare time? I'm there to learn math or biology or whatever, not learn useless facts about my peers, whom I probably hate anyway. So why do teachers and professors do this? WHO KNOWS! It seems no matter how old you get or whatever higher education you're in, "tell us something interesting about yourself" never ever goes away. They probably just like watching the fear in people's eyes and laughing at people like me, with enough social awkwardness to share with everyone. Oh, and don't even get me started on the other dreaded sentence, "everyone find a partner."
This wasn't really an introduction about myself. It was more of an expression of my hate for introductions. Which is just as good, and better than a "get to know you". I like these kind of posts, so maybe I'll write more of them. There's a good chance they'll be about why I fail at life and my sarcastic remarks about things. That's what I'm best at. Failing and sarcasm. Okay, bye.
Mak.

Here's a picture of me holding a shark and wearing some swaggy tie-dye.