Can I be rid of my responsibilities and marry a hot, rich, mad scientist please?

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Can I be rid of my responsibilities and marry a hot, rich, mad scientist please?
Have you ever been reading a book and wishing somebody just took away all the adjectives form the author?
The comfortable feeling of going to a movie that nobody else bought tickets for...
It's nearly 3 in the morning and my deer brain, instead of letting me sleep, keeps bombing me with witty oneliners and exciting plot ideas...
But I think now I know where my horrible timing for wanting to socialize comes from.
Remember folks: Violence in itself is not entertaining. You have to add some good coreography and a catchy song too.
There is no feeling like sharing your favourite piece of heartbreaking media with your friends just so you'll become equally damaged emotionally.
Sometimes I like to think that I'm smart, then something like this happenes and I realise I was wrong...
I hate wearing socks.
Okay, well... maybe "hate" is a bit strong, but I really dislike them.
The funny thing about this is that I don't have a reason. It's not a sensory issue - at least not in the sense that I physicaly can't wear them or that they make super uncomfortable - it's just that most things are easier without them.
Wearing flip-flops, wearing slippers, actually sitting and existing on my bed with the legs up? Feels better without socks.