Must be nice to be able to choose to be tough. I didn't have that choice. I lived through a brutal ethnic war when I was still a kid. My dad was in the army for three years. I only saw him every couple of months when he was on leave. I used to dread the sound of our phone ringing because I always assumed it'd be someone calling to tell us he was killed. Luckily, he wasn't. My mum's brother was, though. This was all before I even hit my teens. But yeah, I hope you can understand that I'm not really into volcanoes or other first-world boredom cures that add adversity to your otherwise boring life. I had enough adversity for a life time. Forgive me for wanting my life to be easy and not really seeing the point of "making myself tougher," but I think I've paid my dues. And I don't care if that makes me a pansy.