I am a 34 year old loser. There, I admited it. I am a loser. Admiting it isn’t freeing, it isn’t liberating; it is simply reciting a fact. I have never been successful at anything I’ve done in my life, never accomplished anything worthy of note, I just take up space. My career in the military was a bust, my dreams of getting an advanced degree have washed ashore on the banks of my crappiness more than once, and with three different majors to boot, my marriage would have ended in divorce had my wife not killed herself upon the announcment of my desire to […]