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June 22, 2002
Before I let go of all my expectations, my birthday was the second most disappointing day of the year behind Christmas. Christmas was always worse because other people seemed like they could be so much happier with their presents than me. It took me 18 years to realize that things don’t make me happy.

This problem is not really just limited to toys, though. My brain seems to operate in a double-or-nothing regime. Either it is a total victory or a loss. There is no in between. At least with entering grad school I’ll be pleased with an acceptance offer.