Some things are like needles in a haystack, or whatever culturally equivalent idiom that relates best to that one in English.

I mostly thought of this because I saw someone log online, and well, I guess I had forgotten to delete them. It reminded me of how horrible it is to meet new people; and how finding decent people are like looking for a person named Nguyen in Vietnam… in other words there are millions.

People mostly are douchebags, but I don’t understand why the odds are so stacked and why the percentage of probability is so low, and furthermore why I always get the short end of the stick!