I spent the first half of my life trying to be someone else's kid. I carefully wrote about my youth in a set of papers. Some people say that the ability to read is the only ability for young people today to control their own destiny. But I looked at my room full of books, and I was at a loss as to where to go—I couldn't deal with things tactfully, and I was unwilling to leave my ivory tower.
Intention: Confusion about the world, sorting out the worldview