What do you mean "becoming"? You are, and always have been a pain in the ass, a thorn in the paw. You are the throbbing migrane, the summer cold. You are the rusted nut, the missing bottle opener. You are the very reason the grognards grumble.
Sure. We'll file this one under "extremely old dogs, & new, untried tricks". You see anyone holding their breath? Well, maybe Lars is, but that's because Emrys is stinking up the place.
Yes, a sure-fire method of overcoming depression. While you ponder your navel lint, be sure to call up old girlfriends (in the early morning hours; drunken, of course) and plead for affection. They really enjoy that.
Oh, right. Get our hopes up, and then dash them in one short sentence. I suppose it's all in character. See, you once again prove that you are pain-in-the-ass personified.