Arrive at realizations that everyone else has already reached, crude truisms you’d idealistically dismissed or ignored. Money is power, pretty is good, sexism is the status quo. Adults don’t know what they’re doing, most mistakes matter, and you will never be cool.
We met at a book-nerd summer camp in Connecticut. He was from Spain (‘Thpain’), handsome, and at 13, I thought he looked like he was twenty. Wrote forced-rhyme poems about beautiful Spanish girls and asked for my feedback. I took this as rejection…
The place could be a city, a job, a relationship. The place could be California. Wherever you are, it is beautiful and you don’t want to be there. Distrust the reasons that lead you here. Read an article about how the clinically depressed are more realistic. Trust that instead.