Reasons why i would be a terrible boyfriend.

So frustrating having to go to work.

I just really want to draw. I was drawing

a page for my comic and it wasn't going

well and it kind of looks like crap and

it's just so frustrating. I really want to

fix it but I didn't have time. My torch is

dying, great.

It's been a pretty uneventful night,

just the way I like it. Actually, those

Those Irish people from last night, they

stole a lot more than what I had told you

they had stole. They stole like £50 worth

of alcohol. I didn't even see them do it.

I don't know how they did it. Apparently

they stuffed it down their clothing.

Anyway, they've been banned from the store

and the police were told about it, and

I've been told if they come here again,

we're not supposed to serve them. So well

done, Irish people, you've been banned

from the store. Was it really worth

stealing £40 worth of stuff? Just to get

yourself banned from here. I don't know if

they're gonna show up again. Usually they

do stuff like that and then you don't see

them for weeks, and then suddenly they

turn up again after a few weeks because

they think we've forgotten about them.

But we have all their photos right over

there. It's just so stupid. It's not

worth getting banned from a store just to

steal £40 worth of stuff. It's just

gonna inconvenience them if they need to

come to the store to buy stuff. They're

just so brainless. Just keep thinking

about my drawing. I have this idea of a

scene that I want to do to progress the

story, and in my mind it's perfect. But

when I go to draw it, I just can't seem to

get it out of my mind into a

decent-looking drawing, and it's just so

frustrating. I spent about 2 hours before

I came to work desperately trying to draw

it, and I just failed. And now— and then I

ran out of time and I came to work, and

I'm just frustrated because of my

inability to draw something that seemed

pretty simple in my mind.

I don't know if I should go home. When I

get home, should I continue drawing?

Because I'll just be tired and then I'll

get even more frustrated if I can't make a

decent drawing. Maybe I should just sleep

and then try again tomorrow. It's usually

the best thing to Um, it's raining.

Looks very pretty, but I'm gonna get wet.

Whoa, everywhere's so— everywhere looks

so pretty, shiny and wet.

Shiny and wet from the rain. Hey, look

what I found on the road. This looks

familiar. Looks like something I made a

few hours ago. And someone just bought

this from our store and chucked it on the

road. Ugh, I just stood in it.

Look, they didn't even eat it,

they just chucked it on the road. What a

waste. I spent all morning making this.

Bastards. Uh-oh, this doesn't look good,

but it's very epic. Oh shit.

Feels like

I'm playing Slenderman. Shit, don't start

thinking of Slenderman. When you start

thinking of Slenderman, it feels like he's

really behind me. I want to go home. I

want to go home.

I can't— I can't see anything.

Where's my house? Where's my

house? Is it there? No.

I made it. I didn't die.

Waffles.

When the morning staff come in at 6 AM,

you see their faces, they just look like—

they just look so crushed. Like they have

no enjoyment. They're not looking forward

to the next 8 hours. You can just see in

their eyes. I don't envy them.

This is why I like night shift so much. I

can sleep until whenever I want. I can

sleep late into the afternoon and then go

to work in the evening and then come home

in the morning and go to sleep. But they

those who work on the early shift in the

morning, 6 AM in the morning, they're

gonna have to wake up at 4 AM in the

morning in the freezing cold, in the rain.

They just look so defeated.

Well, I guess, I guess everyone has their

own, their own favorite time to work. For

me, night shift is fantastic.

Also, I saw a piece of paper in the office

today and it said, said Christmas party,

December, December something, I can't

remember. They had everyone's names on a

list and next to it was a tick box, yes or

no. Everyone from the senior staff have

ticks yes, the manager, The owner of the

whole building, the whole company— well,

not the whole company, the whole station—

he's going. A bunch of other people are

going. Uh, the Nepal

guy— not the Nepal guy that I keep moaning

about, but the second Nepal guy— is going

with his girlfriend. His girlfriend's

actually the daughter of the manager,

which I found out today. I was a bit

shocked, actually. I was shocked when he

told me that he was going out with her in

the first place. I was like, whoa.

Really? That's a bit strange. I don't know

why I find it strange. I don't know if I'm

gonna go. It's just— it's

just gonna be so awkward, isn't it?

Social situations. Am I

ready for that? I mean, what are we gonna

do? We're gonna go to a restaurant, I

guess. And there's gonna be at least 15 to

20 of us. Who am I gonna talk to?

What am I going to talk about? What if no

one talks to me? What if I just end up

sitting there in silence with nothing to

do, waiting for the whole thing to end?

What if I don't like the food? What if

they ask me about my YouTube channel and I

accidentally show them it, and then they

find out all the stuff I've been saying

and I get fired? That would be terrible.

I don't know. I probably won't go just

because— I don't know. Should I go?

I don't even know if I'm going to last

that long. I might get fired before

December even comes around.

Maybe I'd prefer to get fired than have to

go to a Christmas party with my coworkers.

I've never done that before. I've never

been to a company Christmas party before.

It's just such a strange idea to me.

We're not friends, we just work together.

It's strange to socialize with people you

work with. Do we really want to see each

other outside of work?

I didn't think that we would, but

apparently there's gonna be a Christmas

party. What if I go and I meet my soulmate

and then we get married? And then I become

the owner of the petrol station.

This actually tastes pretty good. I've

never had Thai food before. Strange,

they put all these weird flowery tasting

herbs into it. There's this

guy who comes into the store every

morning, same time. And he's

gigantic. He's hugely overweight.

And he smells so

bad. It just smells— he

smells terrible. Every time he comes into

the store, I'm like, oh God, no.

Please, no. I don't think he

washes his clothes. I don't know if he

even has a shower. It has that smell like

you've been in the rain and all your

clothes have gotten wet and you didn't

change your clothes. You just sat in them

and then they dried and then you went in

the rain again and you got wet and then it

dried and you didn't wash your clothes.

It smells like that. It stinks so bad.

What is wrong with people?

And because he's so huge, it just feels

like the smell is intensified and the

smell just wafts around even more because

his body is so massive. If he was a person

who was half the size, then the smell

would be half as intense, would it? I

don't know. It's just terrible.

Why can't people look after themselves

properly? Is it so hard to have a shower?

Even if you had a shower for 5 minutes,

is it so hard to change your clothes?

People turn into adults, but they're

still like little children. They don't

know how to look after themselves. I try

and hold my breath every time he comes,

but I can't hold my breath that long.

Number 1, I'm super clingy. I'd want

to spend every hour you have free with

you doing stuff together— games, movies,

I don't know, going for a walk. And if you

don't want to spend time with me and you

want to spend time with other people

instead of me, I won't be happy.

If you'd rather stay in your room, stay in

your house, and you're not interested in

coming to see me or doing something with

me, I won't be happy. But then, but then

on the reverse side, I'm a complete

hypocrite because if you want to spend

time with me and I want to do something

else on my own like drawing watching

YouTube and you keep moaning at me, let's

do something, let's do something, then I

won't be happy. Number 2, I get

insanely jealous. Seriously, I get so

jealous it starts to make me go crazy. If

you have a lot of male friends, close male

friends that are very physical with you,

I won't be happy. And if you'd rather

spend your time hanging out with these

male friends, or even if they're female

friends, if you'd rather spend time with

your friends instead of me, I won't be

happy. It'll just feel like, why would you

rather spend time with your friends

instead of me? I don't mind it if you

spend a little bit of time with your

friends, but I should take number one

priority. And if you start having private

conversations with other men,

other guys, not going to be too happy

about that either. I might even log into

your Facebook while you're in the toilet

and secretly check all your messages to

make sure you're not talking about stuff

that I wouldn't like. Number 3,

I'm super socially awkward and Most

of the time I don't want to go anywhere or

do anything. So if you say to me, Daniel,

let's go to a club with my friends, I'm

gonna say, I don't really want to go. Or

if you say, Daniel, do you want to go to

the pub with my friends? I'm gonna say,

no thanks. Or if you say, Daniel, do you

want to go to a music concert with my

friends? I'm gonna say, no thanks.

If you say to me, do you want to go to a

football game, baseball game, cricket

game, tennis game, any sports game, I'm

gonna say no thanks, and I'll probably say

goodbye to you as well. Also, restaurants

are a big no-no. I enjoy eating food. I

enjoy eating good food. I don't enjoy

having to eat food with a bunch of

strangers sitting around me being able to

hear everything I say. I want privacy. I

can't feel relaxed and comfortable in a

restaurant because I just feel like

everyone's watching me, and it's usually

pretty noisy in restaurants, and I can't

hear a word you're saying unless we're

yelling. Or if you say, Daniel, do you

want to go to the cinema with my friends?

I'll probably say yes because cinema is

the only place where you can go sit there

for a few hours and not have to speak to

anyone. Um, number 4, I'm not really

interested in your family. Or your

friends. I'm not really interested in

talking to your dad or talking to your

brother or becoming friends with your

sisters or your brothers. I'm not really

interested in being friends with your

friends. I'm not interested in hanging out

with your best buds, your childhood

friends, your cousin from over

there. But obviously I would

want you to get along with my parents and

my sisters. Or my sister and

my friends. Oh wait, I don't have any

friends, so that's nothing, nothing you

have to worry about. Number 5, this is

probably the worst one. When things start

to get tough and I start to get fed up,

fed up with your constant crying and your

emotional outbursts, then I'm probably

gonna leave. I'm probably just gonna leave

without saying anything.

Because when things start getting tough in

a relationship, I'm usually not going to

stick around. From what past experiences

can tell me, I'll probably just get up and

go because it's

just easier to take, take the easy, the

easy route out rather than I mean, if a

relationship is going so badly and it

takes so much hard work, maybe,

maybe it's better to just end things

anyway. I don't think a relationship

should be hard work. If 2 people are meant

to be for each other, then it shouldn't be

hard work. It should go pretty smoothly.

That's how I think of it anyway.

Also, I don't want to do anything that

requires you to have responsibility. I

don't want a car because it's too much

trouble. I'd rather just get the train. I

don't want to have to— I don't want to

have the responsibility of owning a car.

I don't want to do boring things like

sorting out tax or sorting out insurance.

I never buy insurance when I go abroad,

only a few times because My dad made me.

He said, if you get a broken arm in Japan

and I have to pay hundreds— bloody cars!

He said,

if you get a broken arm in Japan and you

get hospitalized, don't expect me to pay

for your medical fees, which could be like

tens of thousands of pounds. So I said,

Okay, get your stupid travel insurance.

I guess there's just a part of me that

doesn't want to grow up. I don't want to

have to deal with those things that adults

have to deal with. So,

um, what do I like to do? I guess my

perfect night in would be a night in.

We'd order some food, bring it home.

Watch a movie or TV show while eating said

food, then go to bed, I guess.

That'll be it. Maybe have a walk,

evening walk around the area where there

are no people. I don't like crowds. I

don't like crowded places. Drives me

crazy. I had to go to so many crowded

places in Japan and Korea because my

partner wanted to. Or she thought that I

would be interested in going to those

places, and I just felt like

I wanted to leave so badly. I just

don't understand what's interesting about

those crowded places. It's just tons and

tons of people with loads of shops selling

stuff, selling food. It doesn't interest

me. I'd rather go to somewhere where

where there are no people. I don't really

care about shopping. So those are

some reasons why I'd be a terrible

boyfriend. And don't show this to any of

my future potential partners. It could

make things tricky. I just

thought I'd pick a subject for today's

video, tack it on to the end of

yesterday's video.

I don't really have anything else to talk

about. Last night was pretty uneventful.

Who's shouting? Bloody Irish people,

they're everywhere. There's like a whole

compound of them opposite my house and

they just breed like rats. I think another

one of them's pregnant. They just keep

popping out. And then over there in the

village, there's a new area that's being

developed for more of them. It's great,

more Irish travelers. They're all just

going to come to my petrol station and

cause havoc, aren't they?

So every time they come to the petrol

station, they start yelling and shouting

and crying and causing all this mayhem,

and I think part of it is like an act

to distract us while they shoplift, but I

think part of it is actually what they are

like. They are like that, completely

dysfunctional, incapable of rational

thought or being able to calmly do

anything. Even living in their own house,

they're constantly shouting and screaming

at each other. Not just at other people,

but they're like that all the time.

They're just completely nuts.

They just don't have any ability to

organize themselves or do things in

a normal way. They always have to cause

problems, and they always seem to have

problems happen to them because everything

they do is just so disorganized and They

seem to, they seem to make all these

problems happen to them just out of their

own stupidity. And because they're so

stupid, they don't know how to get out of

these situations that they cause without

shouting and causing, um,

mayhem and chaos. There's just

no logical— see, can you still hear them

shouting? They're just completely Mad. We

should just kick them all back to Ireland.

See, Ireland, they were clever enough to

not put up with their shit, and they

dumped them all on us in the UK. And

people complain about all the migrants

coming from, I don't know where,

all these Middle East countries and North

Africa. But these Irish people, they're

not any better.

I never really had any problems with them

up until now. Because I've lived an

isolated life, but now, now I'm working in

a customer service job, I get exposed to

it. I get exposed to all the stuff that

they do. You should hear some of the

stories of what they do. I heard that they

go to restaurants and then they order a

load of food, and then when they're

finished eating, they'd put insects in the

food, and then they'd complain saying,

hey, we're not paying for this because

there's dead insects in it, when they

planted it in there. Themselves. They just

do all this stuff to trick people and to

con people. But what can you do about it?

It's just how they are. It'll be like

complaining about dogs because there's

shit all over the place. There's nothing

you can do. Dogs are gonna shit all over

the place, aren't they? It'd just be nice

if we can just gather, gather them all up

into one place and just shove them over

there so we don't have to deal with them.

But everyone else who comes to the petrol

station, the English people, the northern

English people, the foreigners from France

and Italy, the truck drivers, they're

fine. They're friendly, they're polite,

well-mannered. They don't cause any

problems. It's just the Irish people. I

never really had any opinions about

Ireland as a country. I never really cared

enough to think about it, but now because

of all these Irish travelers, every time I

think of Ireland or hear the Irish accent,

I just feel like all this negative

feelings coming out. Oh God, not them

again. What are they going to do this

time? They're going to piss on the floor,

they're going to shoplift, they're going

to start fighting. Just makes

me lose faith in humanity sometimes.