Sublime

Is This Good?

healthy by any standard unless that standard was pop culture in the year 2002,

unkindly. I was loud and opinionated, often rude and overbearing, and undiagnosed with inattentive ADHD and anxiety that made my brain a series of fun house mirrors.

I have always been the saddest happy person I know (or maybe the happiest sad person I know), the middle part of a Venn diagram that I’d caption The Life of The Party Pooper.

My family lore includes many almosts; brushes with death that we children just narrowly escaped.

Anything can happen. Depending on the day and our serotonin levels, this is either a promise or a threat.

Morally Superior: Nobody likes you, but you don’t care.