Dogged by the discerning

Into everyone's life some rain must fall. The problem, though, is that when it comes to my life it falls continuously and with all the fury of a Bombay monsoon. This particular occasion, though, I intend shedding copious tears about how little appreciated I am. You know, everybody seems to have a crowd of people who are not too discerning and, if discerning, not too nitpicking about their