When you are standing in a looong line for a movie ticket, and people around you are so hip and cool and chatty, cheery, and happy into whatthefuggeverishottoday, and you make yourself dumb to the world listening to Children of Bodom on your Pod

The hell am I doing here in my eight-year-old Tee (Yup, eight years old) and thongs when I could've cried myself to sleep at home reading some sad literature?