The next group I want to talk about are the bravos. These guys are loud, selfish pricks. They're willing to work and they work hard, but they still have to feel powerful even when they aren't. Shouting, ignoring rules, being gregarious, giving people help, or giving people hard times are all that they're about. They're at the bottom of the social pile, but they still want to be above someone.
The lost. My bunkmate is this one. He's just here to get as much as he can for as little as he can. He can get money from the government, so he will. Surviving is good enough for him. He tried to give me pointers on faking crazy when I asked about getting legitimate psychological help. It was nice of him. I don't judge, but really I do judge.
The final one is sorta my group. The silence. We just hang out, do our thing and don't worry about it. Sometimes that manifests as the same laziness I attribute to the lost and bravos. Well, the bravos want things clean whenever they feel like making things clean and the lost at least like their own spaces clean.
Obviously, I get along best with the other silences, but I should try to approach more of them and get to know them. Well, I should do that for everyone. I should try to meet one guy and talk with that guy every day.
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