Hi, Syosetu
A fair warning; if you find yourself relating to the person described in the novel, you may have underlying issues.
On this extremely particular and rather boring evening, a random Pole was engulfed deep in his thoughts. What was he doing, you may ask? Well, sneaking onto a Japanese website.
"Nikt się kurwa nie dowie..." — He muttered with absolute certainty. Though in truth, he was well aware that the future is impossible to predict. "Ale jestem zajebisty."
Registration process was the worst part.
(...)
Scratch that, registration bit may have been the worst. Apparently, he had to have the email verification code resent; not once, not twice, but nine goddamn times. Yet, the very fact that he kept trying, over and over again, spoke volumes about the incredible tenacity of this otherwise highly sensible young man.
"A co ja mam tu napisać?" — I'm narrating this while giggling, but I have to admit that I had expected something better. I even spoke highly of this mate earlier. After all, who spends so much time 1v1-ing a website if they have no ideas?
As quickly as it began, it had ended. Turns out, he hadn't come up with an idea that same day. This dude may be nuts.
I couldn't say "It's over", though.
"Wait, I actually do have ideas... It ain't over, bobba."
"Expect me."
