IMHO

To paraphrase Nick Hornby, am I miserable because I listen to pop music, or has listening to pop music made me miserable? At any rate, music has served as the perfect solace this week.
Apropos nothing, and merely hypothetical:
If you are a shy, non bar-scene-digger guy, where is one of the better places to meet women? Work. Conversely, and I have been told this many times from my friend J., where is the one place you should avoid forming relationships? Work. (His words: "No, No, Noooooo! Run Forrest Run! How many times I have I told you this?!")
See, even if you end a relationship on the bestest of best terms, it never really ends, does it? You still have to see the person everyday. Then, following that logic, and to make the horror complete, you have to see that person everyday after they have started new relationships. Fun stuff, brutha.
His is some of the best advice I've ever received. I shall plant it in my head and bind it with cement. Maybe it'll stop me contemplating what I am contemplating.
This week has been brought to you by Ben Folds, Jeff Buckley, the Cure, and the number 2.