the worst day of my life was when i learned of typology.
i'm kind of an obsessive kid and well, i couldn't rest 'til i got it down pat and was convinced i knew... what[?] i was.
the day itself wasn't actually that bad. it was fascinating and shit.
but spending an entire year isolated in thought and research was pretty grueling and emotionally taxing.
among other idiot teenage bullshit 'realizations' as i called them, it basically forced me to trash everything i originally thought was part of life -- specifically my life.
on the other hand, i was a pretty fucked up kid: more egotistical and aggressive than the Nocap you guys know.
but i was basically shamed and given lots of grief for my behavior by my narrow parents and of course, was made to think that there was something wrong with me; something which needed fixing.
now i'm comfortable with my level of prickitude, and will probably never question myself again.
maybe i am more egotistical.