|Why are you here?|
Well, as a kid I was basically just angry about everything - I knew there was something missing, but I hadn't a clue what, but I figured I was the only one who thought so. Then, when I get to college, this guy I meet hands me this book and tells me to read it. It was Ishmael, and suddenly I wasn't the only one...
|Any other personal information/resources/advice/ideas to share?|
You know, it's so accursedly easy to just say 'there's something wrong with me.' Too easy. One of these days you've just got to sit down, take a good look at yourself, and realize, that while you're not perfect, you're sure not as bad as you're supposed to be to feel this wrong, this hideous, this distance. Eventually, you'll realize that the problem isn't in you, but in the culture and values from which you get your perception of yourself. Then the real fun begins.