*reading Monistic Evolutionism As A Pseudo-Paradigm For Theories Of Human Action* *bliss*
I would be happy even if I have to live in a concrete pipe on the street as long as I have lots of books with me.
I don't have time for such things like socializing, I have to look after the family, especially your absent-minded Dad who lives in his head. He keeps forgetting to take his meds, I have to put them in his mouth. Last time he put the wrong shoe on his left leg, and if it's not enough, he keeps being cheated in the market place by the sellers and bringing stuff home that I don't put on the shopping list.
I'm tired of this all. I'm the martyr of the family. No one cares for me, I'm not important to anyone but everyone expects me to care for them. My health is ruined by my family!