how am i supposed to put up with this? i choose
entertainment. which is
right smug of
me,
isn’t it? so what if i’ve kept myself locked
tight inside my miniature hotbox for what seems like
centuries? i’ve
retaken the personality test dozens of times by now,
and each time i do, i’m still way up the vector: a real extravert.
baloney. i’ve sat here so long that the box has melted onto me. i’m one with this box.
