Rediscovering the inner child has been a theme for me recently. I think its probably the source of my resurgent interest in science. I adulted in college and emerged with an econ degree that doesn't really fit me. I've been regretting it ever since I graduated. And then the recent Thanksgiving dinners really messed me up. I'm still reeling from it. Its the extreme difference between me and how I was raised versus my cousins - they have a world full of love, but my world, and how I was raised, was/is completely **_completely_** devoid of love. I think I was raised by psychopaths. I can see how it damaged every moment of my life, and I don't know how to be like my cousins are. Thanksgiving just left me hating my life. I keep comparing.
Uhh. Probably shouldn't have said this stuff. Anyways. I don't really want to delete, either. Anyways.



