I’m Socially Awkward

I, of course, having a sense of humor similar to that of a 13-year-old boy, ended up shaking with spasms of laughter behind my copy of Chemistry 12. That doesn’t make me socially awkward though. He is socially awkward. I’m just a jerk.

Internet Awkward:

“I would rather just sit in my room on the computer than go out and have to talk to people”.

Real Life Awkward:

I have a roommate who literally never leaves her room except to go to class or go home. I have lived with her for eight months now and I don’t know her last name, where she is from, or anything else about her. I have never even seen her eat. The only way I know she is home is her boots at the front door. I may have heard her talk on the phone once, but it could have been a dream. Her food always goes mouldy in the fridge because she never comes downstairs to eat it. She is allowed to call herself socially awkward. She has an unopened bag of Chips Ahoy in the cupboard and I might just eat them just because I know she never will.
Internet Awkward:

“I don’t like human beings”.

Real Life Awkward:

You might be a serial killer.