I suck at skating. Yet, I love it. I really do, ask my roommate Cody.

Skating is a childhood hobby turned lifestyle that I have decided to carry out into my early twenties. It’s one I hope to carry out further into the next decades of my life. A day spent trying to land a trick at the skate park, or attempting kickflips off of a staircase in succession gives off a weird sense of bliss, one I wouldn’t trade for anything. Currently, the biggest distaste I have with it - my best friend Cody won’t go out with me.

Henceforth, publicly, I am giving a list of reasons trying to convince him to pick it up.

First of all, the challenge will forever be enthralling.

The kickflips.

The heel flips.

IT’S SO FUN, OH MY GOD TRY IT.

It’s an excuse to drink excessively large cans of beer outside midday in public. Everyone understands when you smell bad.

Everyone understands when you’re grossly sweaty.

The friend groups you will forever have a relationship with.

Hands down, the most entertaining way to get a tan above the waist and below the knees.

You can say, “I’m busy skating” and people will have to let it be.

A skateboard will never make you sad.

Go find me a better way to kill my time — I challenge you.

The boxes.

The atmosphere of a skate park.

Pissing off the middle-aged community who will never understand it.

Scaring that said community, I know you love that.

Please, please pick it up?

It gives an added joy of scrolling through Instagram.

Having a weird bond with anyone that has a skateboard.

You save so much money avoiding Uber rides.

Talking trash to longboarders.

Ride a skateboard and listen to your favorite tunes, just try it – with me.

Rails, rails are always fun.

Please?