For my perspective to be relevant, I think I need to tell you my experience. You need to understand how I got here to understand why I’m here.
I don’t really have anything I can point to as a beginning to this story. There was just always something different, something wrong. Growing up in the eighties… what a shitty time to be different… I mean, is there a good time to be different? Certainly things are better now, and the eighties were better than say, the fifties would have been. But luck of the draw, am I right?
I have memories that make sense with my current perspective, but I wouldn’t call them signs or clues. Rather, they are more like foreshadowing, things that make sense after the fact. When you were a kid, playing pretend, what was your superpower? Flying? Super Strength? X-ray vision? For me it was consistently…
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