You know when you are lying in bed and it’s a fleeting moment of silence and your brain does that thing where it reminds you of all your insecurities and past regrets?
Well tonight my brain reminded me of several people I thought I would like to be friends with but obviously didn’t like me and were being polite.
In my 20s I used to say things without thinking. Like grandly state that everyone who likes olives is an idiot because they are salty balls of goo. I still believe this but I am less likely to say it out loud to you in a rather judgement tone.
I grew up in a religious culture where we were right and everyone else was wrong and you would never convince me otherwise. I knew better and you were likely going to hell. But ya know, hate the sin, love the sinner.
As a result I didn’t really have the same teenage upbringing as most kids. I was quiet, and quietly bullied by my church peers. Off handed, not quite insults, always being left on the edge of the group, never really feeling like I fit in. I didn’t get a chance to say stupid shit as a teen because I didn’t really get a chance to say anything. So, my early 20s were my time to try saying things out loud. To try to see how people react and see how I feel when I say those things.
So, I pro
Illusions of Creativity 