Nothing has happened recently to highlight it, but I am going through another round of furiously resenting that I had to develop social skills. I did, of course, and people I trust tell me they're good, and I am actively not interested in being a jerk. Other people were a more alien language to me than Akkadian and I learned them. That's an accomplishment. But all I really wanted, even into grad school, was to be good at things and left alone. I thought for years that if the first part were true enough, the second would follow automatically.
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- 1: Life, a series of memorials and signals
- 2: I want to show you all the versions of myself
- 3: If you don't want the death of the party after I'm gone, sing one for me
- 4: Once you've gone, remains the question, baby
- 5: That gossip's eye will look too soon
- 6: I left my mind behind in 2015
- 7: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
- 8: Am I just a phantom waiting to be ripped around on shady ground?
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