I can understand what you mean. I had enough on my mind when I was a teen, and after that it's been studies and trying to put broken bones back in places.

[He sighs slightly, though. The medic was dying to meet someone who liked him and could get past the scary giant eggplant look in order to be his girlfriend/boyfriend. (He didn't mind either.)

Hell, he'd be happy for a pity date and first kiss.

Adulting was hard.]

At least we have more time on our hands to help people, this way.