Be me
Freshman year of college
Hate everything
Classes feel pointless, dorm food tastes like cardboard
Think about dropping out
Next Day Comes
Meet beautiful, mature blonde student
Smart, confident, laughs at my dumb jokes
We start talking
She makes college feel less miserable
Study sessions turn into coffee dates
Coffee dates turn into real dates
Fast forward a few years
She’s my wife
We’re happy
Nice home, shared life, still laughing together


I’m confused. Where’s the portion where I’m meant to feel personally aggrieved by women, minorities, or politicians? This isn’t reinforcing my negative character traits in the least. I’m not sure what we’re even doing here, bud.
(Cute story, updoot)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MRS_degree
Just guessing