You guys tend to get the impression that I’m Mary Sunshine. At least I assume so, from how hard some of you try to spook me/worry me.

The point is I worry just fine on my own, thank you so much. I’m a raging depressive, and I inherited the paranoia from Mom’s side of the family. I wake up knowing that the world is ending in mere minutes, and that everyone is going to blame me for it.

I’m not actually joking when I say I spent years psyching myself up before entering parties, large meet...