I had two phone calls today. I could stop there, and that in itself would be news.
But it gets better.
Each of the phone calls informed me about the impending marriages of another two of my friends. As in one each; to other people.
Just a short while before, I was gloating about how I’d nearly conned the uni into giving me my math masters. Then suddenly, my meager intellectual achievements seemed so tiny in comparison, and I began to trudge along the familiar trail of “what’s wrong with me?”
Maybe this has something to do with it?
pundit@emphaticallystatic.org
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