It's scary and amazing, and really kinda sad, how much this applies to me. Except, y'know, for that whole "boyfriend" part.

"We, the socially lazy, worry a lot. We worry about our intense displeasure at the slightest hassle. We worry about our ability to be good friends, to be good parents. How will we endure the endless interruptions that children will bring to our lives? What the fuck is our problem? "