I cry every time my cat avoids me. Does that sound like a sign of a well-balanced person to you? No.
Many people compliment me at work, my clothes and hair and sometimes even my face and body. I thank them and smile nicely. But deep down I'm wondering why my cat always bites me. I'm wondering why I can always tell when Dave will want sex that night - because he hugs me as if he means it sometime during the day before. I'm wondering if my singing is really as bad as Wayne seems to think it is. In short, I'm wondering what's wrong with me. Nobody manages to love me. My friends may like me, but Dave's love for me seems to be wearing thin, and Zeus apparently loves me only as an object to bite.