Joining together, arm in arm, with your fellow Cat fans on an internet message board. Most of them you know in real life, the ones you don't, you're not a huge fan of. You laugh, you cry, but most of all you fall into group think and blindly follow the one in front of you right off a cliff. When you awake from your mental coma, battered and bruised, you ask yourself, "Who am I really?, "What am I living for?" You answer yourself, "I'm a Wildcat and I'd do it all over again without changing a thing." This thought is enough to console you for a while, but the permanent damage you've done will haunt you for the rest of your life.