Only if you’re insecure. Some people just got their neurons a-tickling.

First course of action: book tickets to the nearest furry convention. Second course of action? Chip in to get the swankiest suite in the hotel. Third… well, let’s set some personal and world records.

After that it’s time to do the whole, ‘get monetization started so I can eat and survive,’ which means a round of talk shows and somehow parlaying that into a public facing role. This is all assuming I don’t get dissected by a christofascist government for daring to violate their ideas of how the world works, I guess.

Those aids are like, the opposite of mine, lol. I hate stopping a rewarding activity. The best way I’ve found to get tasks done that are onerous are setting a schedule and then stubbing my toe. The enjoyable nature of the shower is the same way: I just don’t like ending the warmth and solitude.

Ah, the 'ole “I just want someone to acknowledge that I exist and love me for who I am, rather than because of a familial or business relationship” kink.