Outcrazying His Fragile Little Mistress

Summary

I was born with an aggressive lack of social inhibition.

Because I had never met a stranger in my life, my psychiatrist mother took one look at my five-year-old self and realized I was a natural weapon. By the time I was ten, she was regularly dragging me into her inpatient psychiatric facility to serve as a designated companion for catatonic and treatment-resistant depressive patients.

Over the past twenty years, I have personally cornered, chatted up, and line-danced with at least eight hundred people who claimed they were too fragile for this world.