I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.
I try not to interpret things of the world into a single meaning. Rather, I try the opposite.
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.
The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.
I'm not trying to sound like I turned into some kind of wise man, but it's nice to realize that your little pocket of the world isn't the whole world.
I just go out and try to make sense of the world around me.
I'm trying to change the world.
I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
The world is what you think of it. So think of it differently, and your life will change.
I don't think of my characters as bumbling. I think that trouble is what drives a novel, both big troubles and small troubles, and whatever people try to do in life, there are a series of stumbling-blocks in the way, and I think that makes for interesting reading. I think of them as doing their best with the roadblocks that they're given.
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