This is where my instinct is to make an attempt at reading the tea leaves, because I'm near the right-edge of the standard deviation for neuroticism. Then my prefrontal lobe kicks in and says "kindly, sir, please go for a walk". Then my amygdala rushes in like a fucking french bulldog (specifically analogizing the little asshole down the street that escapes his yard, then proceeds to enter every open garage to piss on any object with a leg) shouting "you can't ignore me, fucker, I'm inexhaustible!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Suck it."