cause here is a more appropriate place to spill my guts

I suspect it is much much easier to be a perpetually single guy than a single woman. But I wonder how much of that is because my parents are willing to accept that I am just a really, really late bloomer and I am in the middle of a nice, insulating bubble of acceptance.

( In which I ramble on at length about my comfortable life as if I didn't deserve it. Not that I do deserve it or anything. #firstworldproblems )

What was this about? Is there a point? I think I forgot the point about halfway through this. I am just rambling now, so I'll stop.

Please don't perceive this as mockery. If anything, understand that it is a prime example of what a terrible self-depreciating person I am. I can't stop!