They're a fact of my life, at this point. So is having to choose between a bad option and a worse one. I can either brood over it, or I can accept it and poke fun at myself for it.

[Okay, well, he does brood, but like hell anyone else is going to see that. Especially this guy he just met.]

I don't know about you, but I have to hold myself together somehow. This is how I manage. That's all there is to it.