HIV is making fufufnik moody. You'd be moody too if you had a disease that guarantees that everyone who knows you will step back to make distance and when you visit friends and relatives they will only offer you disposable utensils, cups and plates. Not to mention that no matter what everyone will think that he takes it up the pooper even if they won't say it to him. Everyone he knows or might even care about thinks he goes home at night dresses up as a ballerina, puts on a tiara and listens to Judy Garland records. I know I think he does.