Yeah, I know. "Labels," and touchy-feely shit!

So, in my mid-30's I suddenly became debilitatingly shy and believed everything and everyone was out to get me, persecute me and hurt me, including the sky above, so I curled up in the fetal position for four months and refused to have anything to do with anyone, anything or anyplace. No drugs, alcohol, other substances or sudden trauma involved. That's the plain language version.

In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't do the pro golf thing. I enjoyed the game... and that would probably have ended once it became work. I wanted to keep that enthusiasm you mention!