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Documenting One's Life In The Midst Of Living It Is A Strange Pursuit.

I Needed To Carve Out My Own Place And Find Out What I Was Going To Do

I Spent Nearly Two Hours Deciding On An Outfit That Would Look As If The Subject Of Clothing Had Never Crossed My Mind, But Would In Fact Show Off My Best Features And Miraculously Hide The Extra Pounds.

When I Was Eleven I Stopped Dreaming The Dreams That Didn't Come True, I Stopped Talking To People Who Didn't Listen, I Lost Hope And I Retreated. I Assumed That The Root Of The Problem Was That I Was Too Strange For The Real World. That Being The Case, I Created A Charming And Dynamic Personality To Make The Necessary Forays Into The Outside, And I Kept My Strangeness For Myself; My Own Peculiar Jewels Under Lock And Key.

I Couldn't Listen To Music With Lyrics For The First Few Months After The Brain Surgery, Because They Were Too Complex And Disturbing. So I Listened To A Lot Of Classical Music. I Didn't Really Want To Read, Either, So I Listened To Books On Tape Or Watched Movies. I Also Re-taught Myself All Of My Childhood Piano Pieces. It Helped Me Repair My Brain.