I remember asking a friend why this woman didn’t like me.
"She thinks you’re weird."
"Anything in particular?"
"No. Just your general weirdness," he replied.
That’s a good one. It’s true. My general weirdness is my primary problem with relating to people. I’ve been going through my archives fixing broken links and saying to myself, "Did I really write that? Too weird. No wonder people hate me."
