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“I’m homosexual and I’m afraid about what my...

“I’m homosexual and I’m afraid about what my future will be and that people won’t like me.”

‘HONY: Stories’ is being released on October 13th, which is...

‘HONY: Stories’ is being released on October 13th, which is just over three months away! The first book represented HONY during its teenage years. Now HONY is a fully formed adult—with less acne, a full beard, and that embarrassing misdemeanor charge from Spring Break expunged from our record. ‘HONY: Stories’ will be filled with the quotes that have come to define the blog in the last few years. These were largely absent from the first book, not because I chose to exclude them, but because they didn’t quite exist yet. Lastly, at 432 pages, ‘HONY: Stories’ is 100 pages longer than the first book, with a great deal of exclusive material. And we’ve managed to keep the same price because we are printing quite a few of them.

ANYWAY, I was going to post this little reminder after the holiday weekend. But I noticed this morning that Amazon has just marked the book down 48% for some reason, so if you’d like to preorder now, you can get it for $15.70. I’ve been glancing at the price every few days, and it’s always changing, but this is by far the lowest I’ve seen. I’m hoping it will last through the day. (Because of Amazon’s price guarantee, anyone who has already ordered the book will get the same price.) Thanks everyone! And have a great holiday. 

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“I think I focus too much on my career because it has always...

“I think I focus too much on my career because it has always been my point of control. If I have a conflict with friends, or somebody close to me is sick, I tend to focus all my energy into my job. I think it started in high school when my parents got divorced. I knew I couldn’t control what was happening to my family. But I could control how I did in school. So it’s all I focused on.”

“I have Agenesis of the Corpus Callosum. Most people have...

“I have Agenesis of the Corpus Callosum. Most people have nerve bundles that connect the two hemispheres of the brain. I don’t have those. But I don’t like to talk about it. Because when people know there is something wrong with your brain, they think you’re retarded. I had a hard time growing up. I’ve been labeled all my life. I’ve always been told that I’m learning disabled and I can’t do this and I’m not good enough to do that. And it’s hard to hear that stuff all the time without viewing yourself as a permanent victim and learning to be helpless. I’m not a victim. I have a part-time job, nice friends, and my own apartment. All I need now is a full time job and a PlayStation 4.”

“I’m an immigrant, I wasn’t that great of a...

“I’m an immigrant, I wasn’t that great of a student, and I’ve never met my father. So I’ve got a lot of people to prove wrong.”

I wondered if this would ever happen.

I wondered if this would ever happen.

“I want to be a doctor.”“What’s the...

“I want to be a doctor.”
“What’s the hardest part about being a doctor?”
“Figuring out what’s wrong.”
“How do you do that?”
“Use a magnifying glass.”

“It was like walking on eggshells every time I came home....

“It was like walking on eggshells every time I came home. Everything seemed to annoy her. I think she was tired of pretending that she loved me, and she only stopped being angry when I agreed to the divorce. It’s been a year and a half now. Things are less stressful in a lot of ways. But I went alone to the beach with the kids recently. And as I watched them play, I realized that it no longer feels like I’m building something.“

“I’m a sucker, and she’s my only daughter....

“I’m a sucker, and she’s my only daughter. ‘Buy me a new bicycle so I can go on rides with you,’ she said.”

“My father is an Egyptian immigrant, and all he ever cared...

“My father is an Egyptian immigrant, and all he ever cared about was our education. He used to print out these huge packets of math problems from the internet. Sometimes they would be 200 pages, and after school he’d make us do them at the kitchen table until midnight. He’d hit us if we got them wrong. One day I got a C on a math quiz, and I thought he was going to kill me, so I ran to the police station. I think he gave up on us that day. Now he just ignores us. I tried to kill myself last year by walking onto a busy highway. I just stood at the edge for thirty minutes until someone from my school told the principal. They put me in a mental hospital for two weeks. My dad didn’t talk to me for a month after I came back. When he finally did, he said: ‘Do you have any idea how much your hospital bill cost?’”