True. I wasn’t all bad. And there were lots of inconsistencies: I was smart but oblivious, wracked with compassion for underdogs but matter-of-fact and indifferent besides, desperate to be liked yet irritating as hell. Lots of disconnected contradictions that didn’t add up to anything—didn’t align into any recognizable profile or constellation … other than this: I was too smart for my own good, smart-alecky, hypersensitive, overdramatic, and difficult to love.
