What is the least self-motivated person you have ever met?

What is the least self-motivated person you have ever met?

The least self-motivated person I have ever met is my college roommate (I have never seen such a brazen person).

In order to avoid the suspicion of map gun, we won't disclose where he comes from, but looking at his hometown, it really can't be linked with his performance. There are really all kinds of birds in the Woods (can it be explained as species diversity? )。

Although they are roommates, they are not in the same class. He is in another class of the same major, so he can know many stories like his jokes (gossip mode is on, so he can listen to story meetings).

He is a chatty type, but he won't talk to you all the time if you ignore him. He felt bored and played with his mobile phone. Freshman just entered school, I don't know why he is so enthusiastic. He can wash his feet within three minutes of the meeting ... He contacted many direct seniors and met many people in the summer vacation of his third year of high school, so he talked to us every night when he returned to the dormitory: how powerful his seniors are, what student union he is, and what department he is in; How beautiful, intellectual and caring his seniors are; His seniors value him and his senior sisters like him. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait ... This was also chosen from different classes, because his brother and sister didn't make it clear to him ... and then he probably understood his character later. Throughout his freshman year, he showed a very busy state. He is busy with the monitor and villagers' party all day. I often go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night, drink so badly that I throw up as soon as I enter the door. The whole dormitory floor was the day after he threw up. The point is that he didn't clean up, and he woke up the next day and ran away, completely ignoring other people's feelings. I also want to say that the toilet is five meters past the dormitory door. I don't understand why I throw up in the dormitory. Declare sovereignty? Demarcation of enclosure? Later, because I couldn't do anything, my monitor also quit, and there were fewer fellow villagers. How do I know? Because he plays NB less often in the dormitory.

When he was a sophomore, he moved out of the dormitory for a semester and then came back with a satsuma. Let's describe the dog first: there is no clean place in the whole body except the eyes and nose. The smell is particularly strong, and the hair is sticky with poop. Run and throw it away, occasionally throw a few pieces and jump up like a grasshopper. Asked why he didn't bathe the dog, he replied, I'm not its father. EXM？ You are not his father, you are definitely not his father, then you can raise his father together. If it's not his father, why? If it's not his father, don't raise him, okay? Don't say that you destroyed the dog and let others go. (ps: Don't say there is no such thing as a heart. I do, but I can't control it. If I can manage it, I will leave it alone. I was angry to see the dog being kept like that. Better not keep it. Later, because he couldn't afford it, he sold the dog. I'm relieved. At least the buyer is a person with income and looks decent. Later, he raised Teddy. At first, it was ok. Later, he didn't give food or drink, and he didn't care if he took a shit or peed in the dormitory. I really wanted to kill him. )

After that, he began his "humble abode life". Yes, that's right, it's a humble abode: the kind that goes out to the internet cafe all night at night and goes back to the dormitory to sleep during the day and doesn't move for a day. The mobile phone has an alarm, and it won't wake up if it rings a hundred times. I am a shallow sleeper, and his alarm is my nightmare. He never thinks about the time when setting the alarm clock, and it is irregular. He slept until he finally woke up, lying in bed playing with his mobile phone to watch movies (his mobile phone battery is great), ordering food with app, which would not have been sent to the dormitory because he could send takeout to his bed. After eating and drinking, throw the garbage on the bed, which is skillful and sophisticated. Then get up and continue to go to the internet cafe. A mortal like me can't understand how his "perseverance" can be so tenacious and last so long. I only have two or three classes before class, and let others help me with the rest. In the future, if you are in the mood to go to class, you will live in a humble abode if you are not in the mood. We have to hand-draw many drawings in our major. He always has a clever trick: buy a copy board and get it done in minutes. I borrowed my homework from my seniors, but the teacher gave it to me, so I'm not very interested in the teachers in our school. Sure enough, later their class teacher took our class, and I found that the teacher didn't know as much as me.

Until his junior year, he installed a solid-state hard disk in his notebook, and he always felt that it was not easy to use. After that, he stopped going to Internet cafes and played games in the dormitory every day: Pa? Bang bang bang bang? Hey? Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. However, he knows how to clean, probably because he thinks the garbage dump is uncomfortable and a small amount of garbage is acceptable, so he cleans it to an acceptable state and splutters happily. Life is more than dog blood. He also has a girlfriend to play games with him. I think life is the best screenwriter (I don't know why all the boys in their class don't play games with him).

Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous. I hope I can persist and hope he can be happy. ?