He just got himself a ticket on the gravy train. He is not that crazy, just another liberal leech
Not being intimately familiar with the particulars, I can't base anything but on intuition, and intuition tells me gnomish dave is about to be disappointed again in his thousandth or so attempt to get aboard the disability gravy train, so he might as well give it up and go out and get a job.
I am no expert on the first-listed disorder, although it's so "popular," so in vogue, so fashionable, so hip, so trendy, I think that while there might be credible cases of it here-and-there once in a while, most of those cases identified as such are probably psychosomatic.
As a professional civilian, I really resent his using what is probably superficial, or hypochondrial, PTSD. gnomish dave has lived in rural Maine all his life, and so I doubt he's ever been under fire anywhere, trying to deal with people trying to kill him. Like Omaha Steve's terminality, this is a gross insult and mockery of people who
really have it.
Of the last three, they're all just simple shyness, bashfulness, easily remedied. There's a lot of suggested cures for them, but my own favorite is that gnomish dave just shed all his clothes. and in the buff walk in on a room full of strangers. The shock of it'll create instant self-confidence, and he'll never be afraid of other people as long as he lives.
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