I was looking at some things I had written when I was a college student, and I was like, “damn, that’s wrong, but you argue so strongly for something wrong.” With one, I was even like “I’ll un-fuck that and publish it.”
But I don’t write like that anymore. And when I get in and out of my car, I go “ugh,” and I go “ugh” when I stand up, and I go “ugh” when I move. I’m pretty sure I’m getting dumber as I get older.
I complain a lot; I hate things. All things. I hate them. I hate things that worked one way that I understood and then they didn’t, and I hate that.