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: Just like a bad plot, I won't tell you why
- 2: I'll ring twice, like the postman always does
- 3: How about I create a mess and then solve the mess and then I'll be a hero
- 4: There's no kind of atmosphere
- 5: Anything you crave, a certain curse
- 6: Never tasted anything like you before
- 7: None of us are traitors till we are
- 8: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
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