I am a 31 year-old pessimist with a facade that comes from working with the public for most of my life. I’ve flunked out of college. I’ve worked for my family at least part time since I was old enough to want money, and I am too scared of uncertainty to move away and find a job that I actually enjoy. I can slow my pulse through sheer force of will to stop a nosebleed, but I can’t muster the courage to talk to new people. I’m out of shape, with a mountain of health problems, and a never-ending supply of silliness. Yet, somehow, I hope you can still #lovemeanyways.   –Jess