Award shows suck.
Nobody knows why relationships work or don't work. It might have to do with the usual cliches--communication, compatibility, other pie-in-the-sky nonsense--and maybe there really are things like soul mates and fate, but whatever the secrets are can't be captured or bottled or even understood.
"Blogger" doesn't sound like a real job. And it isn't. People who are lucky enough to get paid to do it ought to at least be thankful but the most famous professional bloggers seem notoriously grumpy. Maybe I would be too if I got paid. That could be a natural side effect of the vocation.
Most people really don't care what initials follow your name--MBA, DDS, PhD, TECHLOSH. Unless we encounter you at work, we really aren't interested in your credentials. No one cares that you have an MBA if you're talking about baseball.
Misanthropy can be fun and all, but don't overdo it. I hate misanthropists. Every last one of them.
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