…there’s no going back to who you were before.  It’s like, as long as nobody makes sense, it’s easy to just keep trying to figure yourself out, even long after you feel pretty fine with who you are.  But getting the chance to know just one incredible person who is your kind of weirdo instantly plants a seed of suspicion that a different kind of life is out there somewhere waiting to be found.  As I test the ways I used to be, one after another, they are like putting on clothes that don’t fit anymore.  There’s no comfort there, no power, no learning, no peace.  Just a new unfamiliarity in the things too familiar.