There has to be a Better way to start these things

So, um, yeah. So I'm back to the blog.
Yeah, this feels like dating again, wait a minute. I don't date, and with a good reason (too many douchebags and deadbeats). Well, I'm a Montrealer, it's kind of self explanatory: it's the city with the beautiful women, this is what the reputation is based upon (other than great party city and the love of the language of Franglais: a combination of French and English that makes the office de la langue cringed. The language is intact, just not spoken properly). But back to the guys, it's easy for them to nail a pretty one however from my spectrum, the pickings are slim.
But this is not a blog for dissing the dudes I've dated or about to date. Nope, this is simply observation and contemplation. I decided to get back into it after doing quite a number on the Facebook, I figure I should do this properly.
I'm a 28 year old up and coming photographer who also writes, draws and knows a lot of people, therefore, lots of crazy quirky stories from my belle ville. Just finished a degree in Writing and this is my first time not doing any form of formal education whatsoever.
Yikes!
Indeed because a good percentage of the population who are straight out of university are either freaking out in the job force or running back into the ivory tower for the sake of a Masters (or known as: the extra two dollars in the paycheck or my favorite: I'm not ready to grow up yet).
Seriously, I'm all for knowledge and getting ahead in the world, just don't think you're better than everyone all because you're getting paid to TA classes and think you're superior than the undergrads that have to kiss up to you because you hold their faiths in the grading scheme.
Or the fact that you can get away with avoiding the real world, you're bound to face it soon, you can't keep running.
I will still reapply for my Masters but I know that in life, there will be twist and turns, nothing goes in a straight line (with the exception of the time when I told my then boyfriend to walk in a straight line because he had way too much to drink, couldn't do that for me, well, there goes my metaphor). Running out the door, the way he did in the relationship.
Anyway, I'm aware that there will be people I will not understand and will think that they are better than everyone...
well, I simply know better.