Enigma

You.
You are an enigma. Scientists should study you.

You go to work in the morning and when you don't understand what your boss is saying in the meeting, you burst into tears and leave.

You devote your whole life to cancer research and sepnd all your free time helping kids with cancer and their families to cope. You burst into tears when you are scratched by you neighbour's cat.

You complanin that being indoors is warm but humid and the outdoors is dry but cold. You whinge as though someone will and someone can make the outdoors warm and dry.

You are so sensitive. When your friends are down, you're always there to give hugs.

You are so sensitive, fatally wounded when someone asks you about your bad hair day.

You travel halfway across the world to be independent and then sulk like a baby when your loved ones are not there at your beck and call.

You go on and on about how much you love your fiance and how his actions tell you he adores you. Never fails to make your audience vomit. (And, while a small part of me is envious of your impossibly perfect relationship, I know that no one who is truly content and secure will go on and on about the mutual undying love between them and their partners).

You are an enigma. Scientists should study you.
You are a damn annoying cunt.