There are plenty of bullshit facts about my life that I wish I could change.
I could see that being a double-edged sword for many people. Granted, there are plenty of things you can do when you’re eighteen that you couldn’t before, but unless some life-altering event coincides with your birthday, you’re probably going to feel the same way you always did. Here’s the thing nobody told me about turning eighteen: Everything stays the same. I figure a story has to start somewhere, so the day I turn eighteen might as well be it. And even then, whether you really capital-K-Know them is anybody’s guess. There’s a rhythm to these things, a certain dosage of time and circumstance spent with someone before you start to get familiar. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned after eighteen years on the planet, it’s that nobody-and I mean nobody-can be figured out in two paragraphs. It’s not that I think I’m complicated or anything. If you want to get a sense of me from a paragraph or two, good luck. Let me warn you now that I’m pretty bad at introductions. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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