I find that there’s a bit of a “12 Steps” approach to life. There’s a false assumption that there’s some sort of recipe for success. Go to high school. Get into a prestigious university. Get a stable job. Retire comfortably. It’s not that these goals aren’t worthy aspirations; it’s the fact that I bought into them blindly and didn’t question whether the path I chose correctly reflected who I was. I didn’t look...

Maybe this would be the appropriate time to exclaim over my love of geology or my quirky hipster paraphernalia or my insatiable passion for black coffee infused with rose hips from the Narnian wilderness and the essence of baloozabaga berry from the Himalayas (brewed with the utmost care, of course). Maybe I should talk about my collection of 16th century parchment from around the world or my obsession with the mantis shrimp and its abundance of color receptors. Sorry to...

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