They say everyone is the hero in the story of their own life, but that’s not true; I for one am definitely the villain. How else am I supposed to explain the fact that I always procrastinate until the very last second, causing myself a lot of pain and suffering in the process, and constantly lie awake at night forcing myself to relive my most embarrassing moments? That’s some straight-up villainy right there.
So I’m the villain. But the question remains: what kind of villain, specifically? Let’s find out together.