Any Time I Am Involved In Something

I Think People Hate Me Pretty Much Across The Board, Which Is Nice.

Sometimes The Criticism Is Actually Useful And Constructive And Actually Informs What I Do, But Most Of The Time, It's Sort Of Mindless, Or They're Receiving Something On A Different Frequency Than I Was Sending It. They're Just Not Getting What I'm Doing, And That's Fine.

All My Friends Were Girls. Then My Mom's Strident Feminism For Years Where Men Were Thought Of As The Enemy, I Just Didn't Know What The Right Way To Be A Man Was.

I Don't Think I Was Awake For Much Of My Childhood. I Did A Lot Of Napping. This Might Have Been A Defensive Measure Against Encroaching Depression. Until About The Age Of Eleven Or Twelve, I Had Zero Interests Other Than Trying To Steal Gumballs From Supermarket Gumball Machines.

The Whole Idea Of Punk Rock Is That You're Dressing Yourself In A Crazy Leather Jacket With Safety Pins And A Mohawk. The Idea Of Being The Rebel Is A Boring Societal Idea. It's Such A Type. And That's What I Was, Without Knowing It.