how to use sarcasm and cynical outlooks to cover up your complete inability to function as a person and to compensate for your unbearable awkwardness that drives any potential human connection so far away that you actually have to put an effort into it, and let's face it, there's no way your anxiety can be quelled enough for you to put forth that kind of energy, so just go back to holing up in your room where the voices in your head can continue that conversation about just how probable owning a lightsaber in your lifetime will be because technology is advancing so fast these days and, of course, life would be better with a lightsaber (so long as they require a permit or test or license of some kind because in the wrong hands that kind of weapon could be extremely dangerous, but also unlimitlessly fun) but then you have to factor in whether jedi powers would also be needed to truly hone the power of said lightsaber but, probably, if there was a machine to count your midi-chlorians yours would be off the charts, so, you know, um, yeah.