11 years may be right, but it's certainly tragic. We're really all chubby little Weigmans-- grasping at anything for validation and meaning. When one thing dis

11 years may be right, but it's certainly tragic. We're really all chubby little Weigmans-- grasping at anything for validation and meaning. When one thing disappoints us (Wow, I'm a total fail with poor hygiene and no friends...) we just find something else to give us meaning (...but at least my stock just vested!). We can always find something new to validate ourselves. But if you're a poor blind bastard with no friends and a world that thinks you're garbage, what hope do you have? Probably none, so you just pick up the phone one more time. I feel like I've heard too many stories like this lately, stories that are sad as much as anything.