Roommate is upset because I jokingly shared fat childhood anecdotes Hey fph, first time poster here - something happened to me today that I'd love to share with you guys. I'm currently living in a dorm because my future job demands it (don't ask, it's complicated), I'm one of the older guys around (24) and I'm sharing my room with a slightly awkward 19 y.o. fellow. We're getting along more or less, despite sharing a pretty tiny amount of interests. The one thing we do is working out together, it's honestly just me lifting while witnessing the loitering session that he calls a "workout", but fine. He isn't exactly what I'd call chubby, yet there's a visible gut jumping right at you when you look at him, just an overall weird and fat-tarnished physique. That's not important for this story. The thing however is that he used to be an overweight kid - I used to be an outright obese lardsack up until the age of eighteen. Today I felt like sharing some of my memories during lunch, how I was the pinnacle of anti-fuckability at the age of seventeen and close to waddling around weighing almost 235 lbs. We had a blast, I actually made two other closeted former fatasses come out, it was all fun and games - until roommate bitched about how his fee-fees were hurt by my jokes about fat children. I was TELLING MY OWN STORY, you insecure beta fuck. Seriously, this makes me actually mad. Get over the fact that you were bullied. Focus on actually trying to reach your "workout goals" that you claim to have. Man the fuck up, lose that damn dad bod without ever even having been close to a woman.  He made me realize that he's a fucking fat apologist. A sympathizer. I ignored all the signs. Listening to fucking Adele... Do something about your own betterment, you pathetic excuse for a male in his prime! I'm fucking mad. Rant over, thank you. I'm on mobile, sorry for potential fuck-ups.