I feel like when you’re objectively better than people at something, dissing or clowning the ones who are beneath you just comes off corny no matter what.
This year I had my first panic attack. I was stupidly convinced I was dying, I was having family issues, wasn’t making enough money, and I bust into tears. I cried, in my mother’s arms. A 27 year old man. And it was everything I’ve ever needed.
