I am no one in particular. Just a generic middle-class white boy, born in the bowels of the Midwest and raised in a bland East Coast suburb of utter unremarkability. I’m a misanthrope who hungers for human connections. I don’t like people all that much, but I desperately need their validation to compensate for the fact that I have no intrinsic sense of self-worth. I find the world to be a largely uninhabitable place, but I am forced by an accident of birth to live in it. However, I try to see the humor in my existential predicament.

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