I realize that for many people, I have no personality at all; I’m an erasure mark or a question mark (something illegible). And I’ll admit, socially speaking, I often hide behind technicalities and points of order. I’ve escaped many friendships and relationships thanks to mistrials.
If you don’t spell out who you are, or how your heart works, expect the vacuum to be filled with jargon and cliche about personality; most people frankly are not artists enough to do anything other than deflate the possibilities of soul.
More people than you realize have disdain for independence and idiosyncrasy—
The accreditation class (or PMC) ruthlessly cull from the herd not only the un-accredited, but any members of their own who question the paradigm.1
I think there is a relationship between the amount of debt people are in and rent-seeking behaviors.
I feel like I’ve survived a war (my 20s), only to make it my 30s unsure if I’ll survive the wounds that still fester long after armistice was declared.