The stuff they call music is several decibels too high to have any sort of effective communication. A fact I am quite grateful for, even if the sound offends my ears. At least it means I don’t have to talk to anyone. I’m not exactly what you’d call hiding; I’ve just never been a fan of social affairs. That’s not to say I don’t understand their necessity—it’s just not one I prefer. I observe on the fringes. I’m neither in nor out, but I’m here, and that counts for something.
When you rule something out, you limit your focus. My father taught me this. You can’t go around parading your unconventional ways, he often reminded me. Don’t fool yourself into thinking it’s cute. Back then, I had no idea what he meant. I wasn’t fooling myself, only him. There was nothing cute about getting pummeled
