Trying to explain to my colleagues that I don't want to drink beers and play poker with them has been largely unsuccessful. They don't seem to understand the extent of my weirdness, nor the fact that the reason I'm in this business is that I'm genuinely happier reading books and dictionaries than hanging out with normal humans. Most humans. Including them. They don't seem to hear me when I try to explain this ("But she's so cute! She seems like she'd be so social!") so instead I've started opening my Amazon.com packages in front of them in the Department office, and that seems much more effective.
You can borrow my
classical Tibetan handbook,
if you want.
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Clearly, I need some sex.
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