Granted. You lose your job, your bank account gets mysteriously deleted, you spend your savings on booze and prostitutes until you have to sell your own body to pay for the cardboard box under the bridge that is now your home.
I wish I knew another language.
"There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense." Elizabeth Bennet
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