This is proof that humanity will always have one thing about themselves that they will always fail to understand:
I have been through hell and back. I've faced countless amounts of rejections in all shapes and sizes. I've done things and seen places that most people won't do in most of their whole lifetime. I've risked a lot and I've taken chances in a lot of things. And yet, when it comes to telling one guy that I like him a lot, all that gets thrown out the trash, and I become an illogical moron who becomes petrified of the prospect of being rejected.
In short, no matter how much science advances, no matter if we get to the point that we can control computers with our brains, when it comes to a person we happen to have romantic interest towards, we will collapse and break apart. In an instant. Like sand. We humans are quite illogical when it comes to explaining such a silly thing like love or sadness, huh? It's just as well though. Wouldn't it be boring if we were able to figure out ourselves completely?