You are uncomfortable with both the box and The Yeetle Box. You want to be somewhere else, but you don't know where. You feel you are horribly misunderstood, and, on your worst days, slightly paranoid. You walk around with an inner conflict, but cannot figure out what it is. You are an over achiever, but you are dissatisfied. Work provides little meaning in your life, and you most likely take the job which offers the best pay. You want recognition for your work, but, when given, you blush and stammer. Your career is stagnant.

You are confused about your role in relationships. You have flitted from relationship to relationship, each time convinced that you have met Mr. or Ms. Right, only to experience that gnawing feeling that Mr. or Ms. Right simply does not exist.

You are likely to subscribe to multiple magazines if sold over the phone.

You avoid all conflict if possible. When presented with conflict, you are likely to try to trade personal property for an end to the conflict.

You dread the millennium while you watch for prophetic signs with great vigilance.

Your favorite expression is, "Why me?"

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