I have this intense urge to want to write something meaningful but I’m completely distracted by the saddening news that the people around me don’t know what I do for a living no matter how many times and how many ways I’ve tried my level best to explain in as simple terms as possible what it is that I do and after being accused yet again of using flowery language at the office by idiots that are supposed to have received a superior education compared to my own I find it impossible to maintain my composure knowing that my efforts to be understood or known have thus far been an utter failure of epic proportions leaving me feeling like a deflated drama king anxiously scanning his surroundings for affirmation that all is not lost, yet.
