Scary as this is to realize/write, I randomly stumbled across another random piece of me that I believe was written 16-17 years ago, when I was a 17-18 year old college Freshman daydreaming of the Future and Better Worlds instead of paying attention to whatever someone was being paid to teach. :/
The childlike simplicity of sentence structure is almost as horrible as that 1/3 speed "halfway legible" handwriting, but those same endearing delusions of grandeur and the need to imply Special Caliber and 'Nursery Scheme' Idealized/Optimized Environment/Relativity in backing of the random star Sun-colored Rose Bush's biographical narrartive and justification are as clear as the pre-Mississippi clear mountain spring flow...
I didn't even drink or have sex in High School mind you, not cause I couldn't, but because I considered myself legally a minor and just a stupid (Extremely Intelligent but still knowingly young and relatively clueless/dumb by time scale default) kid with AN ENTIRE LIFETIME AHEAD OF ME to find out what all the other tards were doing...and virtually no one in high school impressed me all that much, so I wasn't really susceptible to feeling the need to partake in any peer-level socially questionable behavior choices...
College, accordingly, was an interesting foreshadowing example, but I still feel I've been intellectually and creatively smothered socially my entire life...but that's why I went and isolated myself to focus on everything I knew and was curious about in terms of my True Soul/Character in the Box Alone with Art and Design "Inherent Curse-like Built-in Ability/Vision" but with no budget, virtually no material, and absolutely no training or encouragement.
Fast forward to...
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