Earl Grey because of Picard, green tea because of anime, coffee because of my grandma, herbal infusions because mom only liked those.

I think my only individual beverage choice has been tepache, a mild fermentation of pineapple. It has a lot of sugar, so don’t drink it a lot.

Unless it’s programming or sysadmin, I’m mediocre at all my hobbies, but I enjoy them a lot. It’s great not feeling pressured to do them professionally like a paid job.

I’ve tried to live a good life, and tried to be a good influence around me. My secret fear is suddenly dying in public, and farting like some corpses.

I want to be remembered as a good coworker or friend, etc., not as the guy who farted loudly after dying.

If it’s okay, would you explain why? Did you make your preparations in case of death, or are like “give your best shot, life”?

At least your parents like metric! That’s gotta count!

But seriously, no license is needed to become a parent, one of the greatest responsibilities IMO. Maybe they don’t actually hate you, and just don’t know to parent good. If they hated your guts, why would they (badly?) raise you instead of giving you in adoption the moment you were born?