I can manage about a day socializing before I a) curl into a ball of embarrassment over a real or imagined faux pas that will then go into heavy rotation in my mental slideshow-of-regret or b) resume advocating the cultural acceptance of wearing a literal FUCK OFF sign in public. Also, I spend a significant amount of thought on the fact that I didn't do enough crime when I was young, and unlikely to be prosecuted for assault (I was only ever in one non-familial fight as a kid and it was AMAZINGLY CATHARTIC and my parents took me out to my favorite restaraunt for winning).