Yes, as I was saying, wouldn't that be nice if Mr. Right would have appeared somewhere along the way, whether in high school or college or even early career. That would have been ideal. Doesn't everyone eventually find their life partner eventually? But apparently there is no Mr. Right for me, only a dreary mess. Take for example the dreary bores of high school. How is that that those dreary Italian bores are not yet shipped directly home to Italy? Oh, they work for the CIA? So I had better keep my stupid mouth shut because anyway the government pays them directly to harrass me and make my life miserable.