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Maybe it was my career decision that sealed my fate. I'm an accountant although I prefer to tell new acquantances I'm "a businessperson." It creates a sense of intrigue - "Oh, a businessperson? What exactly does that mean?" Nothing. It's a reflex mechanism - a way to prolong the inevitable tax question that's been burning in their head like a bad (as if there could be a good) genital condition (insert: your own adventure).

Or, maybe I was just born with an extra gene. Or, even better: a mutated gene. Sadly, though, it's not one that would land me on the cover of some comic book with vein-popping muscles busting through my business casual Nordstrom Rack dress shirt. I don't see Christain Bale lining up for this role. Maybe Christopher Mintz Plasse (who? McLovin in Superbad. Keep up with me). He would nail this part.

Simply, I see awkward people (read: without Sixth Sense inflection - it's played out people). I see them everywhere. EVERYWHERE. On street corners, the workplace and, sigh, bathrooms. Lots and lots of bathrooms. And, let's be clear here - I don't have a bowel or urinary tract issue. I'm not out globe trotting on some sort of preverted bathroom tour. I'll leave that up to the professionals (paging George Michael). In fact, I would go as far as to say I travel in a very limited bathroom circuit. To say it in SAT term, a bug zapper is to, well, bugs, as bathrooms are to awkard people. And that is why this blog must exist.

This blog is a community out reach project. A place where people can go to read about awkardness and know they're not alone. There were be ramblings. There will be tangents. People will be exposed. And, people that expose themselves will, well, be exposed further.