The more I read this thread, the more I think I’ve got some syndrome. Socially awkward in school. Bullied. A loner. I still don’t trust myself to joke around with folks for fear I will say something dumb. And yet I am happily married with two kids, good job, and I have never felt the slightest inclination to commit mass murder.
I’m not really trying to make a point. Just rambling.
Feh ... I am who and what I am ... the psych(ologists|iatrists) can pound sand. I'm glad I'm not a kid these days, though ... I hate to think what sort of label those bastards would try to stick on me.