"I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy."
J.D. Salinger: Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction
Which is all kinds of sad, really. I long for happiness, but I cower when presented with a chance to achieve it. In a way I think I'm just scared of being happy because it's something I'm not good at. And I'm scared to death by things I'm not good at.
I guess I just want people to worry about me, except not really, because I resent it when they do.