Public

Some people have a problem just being in public. You look at them and their existence just doesn’t make sense to you. You wonder how they operate. You wonder how their lineage survived natural selection. Try as you might, you can’t imagine any situation in which this person could be remotely smooth or charismatic. You want to help them out, but not if it involves getting anywhere near them.

I imagine these people only ever hit their stride when they’re on their own, on their computer, in their room, writing vague diatribes about how weird other people are. Fucking weirdos.