My nursery school teacher described me as such to my parents in a letter once:
"David is a very social little boy. He likes to be surrounded by his peers, and be the center of attention. He enjoys the crafts table, but if there is a task he doesn't want to do, he can be very stubborn. His most common response to such a situation is, "No" or "You do it for me."
Once upon a time, being neurotic was fun. Those of us with, shall we say, more finely tuned personalities were treated with utmost care, not to mention great psychiatric interest. To aid us in our endeavors we were presented with such intriguing items as fainting couches, smelling salts and fans. The more ambitious of us could look forward to spending copious amounts of time in bed, being sent to spas for weeks on end, and perhaps being bled by leeches. it was a glorious time, marked chiefly by pallor, fidgetiness, and lots of sighing. Things are not so good now.
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