You recently joined a support group for whatever problem you have with your life currently, and you decided to walk to a random woman who was slightly overweight with blonde, thinnish blonde hair. She quickly introduced herself to you. “My name is Cynthia. I started smoking Newports cigarettes when I was nine years old. I'm currently 31. I am recently divorced and unable to have children, but I had hoped to adopt a little one. Hell, even a teenager. I don't really care. I just wanted someone to keep me company to end the every-night routine of eating a pint of ice cream, smoking three packs of cigarettes, and watching reruns of sitcoms from the 80s. If I didn't have to work four days a week, I'd never leave my couch. I'm overweight and balding in my early 30s. I'm looking for something more productive to do with my life. What about you?”