I sometimes wish I were stronger. Better. Faster. Smarter. The world tells us this being weak thing ain’t a good thing. But, I don’t know… I think I’m beginning to realize more and more that before it gets better, it has to get worse. So, no. I don’t enjoy being beaten and thrown and pruned and offended and attacked and feeling all shitty-shitness. But I welcome these moments because I know they’re not going to last and that things are going to get much, much better soon. I have faith in that.