It's only fair to start with me

When I was little I spent a great deal of time in a laundry basket that was of course my happy place. I also spent some time picking up four letter words from my teenage brother and trying them out on the neighbors. When a kid is 3 you have to cut them a break but I still at times get introduced that way and I'm 29. These things can not help but shape you. To this day clean laundry is therapeutic and every time someone cuts me off those words come to mind which I quickly replace with a sarcastic, "intelligence at it's best!" In AP psych Junior year we had to write a self analysis, I got a 100. Teacher said, " best analysis I've ever read." That was the first time I realized it could be a could thing to publicly slam yourself. It's not because people want to see you fail. It is because they long to see naked truth the kind of thing that breaks down the crazy little charade of pretending life isn't hard and that we have always got it under control. It lets them realize you are safe and you won't dispose of them because you know the truth. I lovingly refer to this as a beautiful mess. If we wanted perfection we'd order a robot instead of pursuing relationships. In all honesty peculiarity is just a pen name for originality which in my book is a great thing.