Dear Diary: Here is a riddle for you: Why am I such a FAIL? How is it possible that a person of such awe-inspiring awesomeness as me, I, can simultaneously be the single largest piece of FAIL to ever graduate from FAIL Academy? (And is there even such an institution?! Or is the diploma on my wall just a clever forgery?)
I am tired and I wish I were a different person. I have lost my sense of humor.
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To get my sense of humor off, you may have to use your mouth. (I am speaking meta-euphorically.)
Get out. Start a conversation with a stranger. Try not to get into a fight. Then tell me what happened.
Yeah, no, I'm not sure of my exact mindset when I wrote the post anymore, but I know that it was indeed preceded by a) getting out and b) starting a conversation with a stranger. This led to a lot of stuff, some of which was good. FAIL comes in many forms, and it usually has little to do with external validation (or the lack thereof).
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