Disturbingly Perceptive
My roommate’s father, during a conversation with said roommate, inquired after me recently, and made some comments about my state of mind:
“And how’s your roommate Pat? Man, that kid? That kid’s tortured. Like an artist. He feels too much.”
This is an amusing statement on its own, but it is made hilarious by the fact that all of my roommates heartily agree with this analysis.
