There is a person in my life who would make a great blog. As in, if I recorded his interactions with me and shared them with the interwebs (I don't like when people say that, why did I just use that word?), the internet would read, the internet would sympathize, and the internet would enjoy.

It is, however, fairly cruel to blog about how obnoxious someone is when they are not out to get you in any way. I mean, this particular character is an incredibly kind and well-intentioned individual. He just can't read social cues for the life of him, and for this, I want to strangle him most times I interact with him.

I learned recently I am not alone in my sentiments toward him. This makes the temptation to create a running blog about his oh-so-many ridiculous actions ever stronger. But I resist temptation. What if he stumbled across nattily randomly deciding to googe [insert how he knows me here]? He would be so hurt and I couldn't deal with that.

So I don't start a mean blog about this kid. But if you run into me in person and you want a laugh, ask me for the saga of Most Awkward Kid. Someday I'll write the book.

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