That's a good thought, but they're the only family I have and I wouldn't skip something like a wedding. I can survive a few days a year of staring at my shoelaces while watching their slideshows. It's actually more of an existential crisis. Why do I exist? Why am I here? I'm like a mouse in a maze, and every time I make a move in a new direction, a hand from above comes down to cut off the path with a sharp blade.