A Mississippi delta mosquito bit me in the ass through denim and underwear. The little bastards are big enough that you can see color details on their bodies.
I had zero things in common with my high school classmates. Even before cell phones were ubiquitous, I saw all of them as reckless and incompetent. I identified more with the teachers. They seemed normal and level headed for the most part.
My anxiety and avoidant personality disorder keep me from having to urge to volunteer.
People make me tired.