Thread:Deathstalker666/@comment-1496755-20171111143841/@comment-1496755-20180528200449

Heh, I grew up near one of my hometown's biggest streets so I am used to the noise. In fact, there was a time when I had trouble sleeping in quieter areas. I've never lived in an actual house - we've always been apartment dwellers (also known as "flats" in Raadecland). My new place is in a somewhat quiter area too, except for when the local stray cats fight over territory (this can get really messy). At any rate, I am sure some street noise is much preferable to backstabbing semi-relatives.

Oh yes, ticks are one reason I avoid going out in shorts during the summer - better safe than sorry. In some rare cases I get bitten by something during the night and we have no idea what it might be - whatever it is, the bites itch so fiercely that you feel tempted to just grab a knife and cut off the affected area. We've all sorts of theories about the mysterious nocturnal biters - from arachnids to bed bugs. Never seen either, so can't confirm.

Uniqueness can be a burden, especially in an environment that fosters conformism (like the typical school). The only people I coukd form friendships with were other weirdos (like that girl that always spoke quietly because she was worried "They" might hear her). Most classmates tended to see me as a "fun guy", so they were often surprised when they found about some of my interests, such as violent video games or heavy music.