For the first time in my life, I know personally how it feels to be hated for something that you didn't choose, or to be misunderstood in such a significant way that any effort of love you make is rejected.
In preschool, I wanted to be Mighty Mouse when I "grew up". Instead, I got a college degree and decided to follow the leading to S.A., where I currently enjoy hobbies such as: getting ripped off because I'm a foreigner, soaking my vegetables in Potassium Permanganate (a fancy word for poison) to kill the germs, and waking up each morning to a crazy man on a bicycle selling newpapers in Hindi. He's not the quiet/shy type.
So apart from the non-stop sleep deprivation and curry breath, life is good folks, life is good.
