Boy, are you terrible at taking hints. When I started responding to all your inane questions with random non-sequiturs, you didn't flinch. When I quit looking you in the eye, nada. And when I screamed "leave me the F alone!" at the top of my lungs, you fled the room but went on a texting spree. And that's why I hopped on a bus to Alaska and ditched my phone for soup cans.