Being introduced humiliatingly to the ultimate no fun
When I was quirky the staff threatened to send me to James Nash, which is a mental institution of no magazines and no TV, it's the ultimate no fun and that upsets me. People eliminate fun, nobody gives a shit about enjoyment or amusement and that it's better for your health!
Being quirky is about as much fun as a prick in the backside, no one is getting along with an eccentric, having to come uninvited to fix a perfect thing, as a Kierkegaardian all I have to do is fix the bullshit, with Shakespeare, a cigar, and Mozart, I'm not guaranteed to enjoy a man's company for I despise him and couldn't care less of the anguish of this world.