I’m not a runner but I run a lot. I don’t have any breathing technique, I know nothing about my form, I own zero pieces of moisture-wicking clothing but I hate gyms and gathering enough people to chase a ball or a frisbee, so easy just a few years ago, is nearly impossible now. So I run.

I can understand why it’s easy to be rude, but I don’t understand why it is so goddamn difficult to be nice. We have become a society of emotional infants in which knee-jerk outbursts are the only responses to virtually any slight. This must stop.