Description

I'm going to describe Mr.X, there's no prize for recognising him:

When I first saw Mr.X, I noticed inmediately that he couldn't stand still. He was a teenager, he had a slightly lower than average height, a short black hair with a thin ponytail, brown eyes, some acne, round factions and he was quite overweight. Shortly after "first contact", it seemed quite obvious to me that he was quite an unstable person, and that he lacked personal skills as much as he redunded in nervous ticks and manias. Within little time I discovered that he was a seemingly bottomless pitch of information, wich was equally divided in usefull, useless, important and rubbish. "It's because I lack any control over my brain" he would say rather worried "It usually follows my advice, and I will have for example easily learned the name and spin of every elementary particle, but sometimes it does not, and I end up not knowing the way basque verbs decline but knowing the entire script of a family guy episode by heart". I realised that during long periods of time, his humour would change from "maniachal-frenetic-optimistic" to "surrendered-passive" to "depressed-worried-emotional" (even if he did not show this emotion in public). This states could stay unchanged for a long time, or change fastly for such outlandish reasons as "LHC is back online" or "the complexity of the sky is almost fully apparent today", and sometimes even without cause. Altough people was nice to him, he had very little social life. He could not detect when people was interested or not in what he was saying, so he would usually ramble on and on without pause. Quite lazy in everything he was not good at, he lacked the ability to like people because he didn't like himself because of all the failures that resulted from his lazyness. Lacking self-steem, he would react very defensively to critics refusing to change, only worsening his defects. Ironically, even his deep distaste for organized religion had not prevented him from being like a saint, that is, being a voluntary and useless martyr and a virgin. I left Mr.X with a growing sense of distress within me.