“I have my doubts as to where I belong. It’s something to think about.” — Green Day, Disappearing Boy
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I’ve never been one for heeding others’ advice. I’ll listen politely, acknowledge its validity, speculate on how to apply it to my situation with the best of intentions. But believe it: tell me the stove is hot and not only will I touch it once, but I will return and do it a few more times in case the first one was a fluke. Call it stubbornness, bloody mindedness, or just a firm conviction that the world is peopled with idiots who could not possibly know better than I. I like to make my own mistakes. Boy, do I. Sometimes it takes a while to drive the fact of that hot stove home and I’ll collect a few blisters along the way. But I will get it. Eventually.
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