I was cut off from the world. There was no one to confuse or torment me, and I was forced to become original.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There was no one near to confuse me, so I was forced to become original.
Someone had to change the world. And obviously I was the one for the job.
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.
I was an opportunist and got away with things because I was very young, but I went to prison and came out and remade my life.
I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was my salvation.
I'd reached a point where there was a direct conflict between what I was trying to be and who I really was.
A lot of my personality was informed by feeling very different in the world I grew up in, feeling that I didn't fully belong, that my parents didn't belong.
The secret of how to live without resentment or embarrassment in a world in which I was different from everyone else. was to be indifferent to that difference.
I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.
I got to the point where I was fed up with so many people telling me how and who I was supposed to be.