If you had known me at fourteen, you would’ve hated me, not because I was a mean kid or a bully, but because I incomprehensibly weird. I was bizarre to the extent of not being able to properly function in society. I know that your early teenage years are a time of growth and awkwardness for most people, and I’m really glad they are. If I had stayed that way, well, God help us all.
It’s full of stories that are uplifting, if only in the sense that you’re happy to not have been me.