- I have no social skill; hence, no friends.

- I have no idea how to initate a relationship or get a girl interested in me; hence, no girlfriend (or any experience in the field).

- I get reeeeaaaaly stressed out in large crowds of people and have the fight-or-flight response kick in.

- I workout like crazy, for years, just to have a relatively regular muscle mass that any other guy would have without excercise.

- I've been chronically stressed, depressed, and anxious from many things, especially chronic pain and all the painkillers I eat like candy. Now my face is starting to show it, looking worn. Just another factor to keep women away.

- I can't sleep at night without Flexeril because I can't stop thinking about how I'll be alone forever.

- I can't eat gluten.

- Seems I can grow facial hair everywhere fine except for a mustache, which barely grows in.

- I have trichotillomania (but thankfully I have enough control that I don't get bald patches).


Wow... is my warranty still in effect after 22 years? My parents need to send me back for a new one. :wtf: