I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I’ve laughed at people for being stupid before, but being stupid isn’t a crime, as long as you’re happy. I hope all the stupid people are happy. I know sometimes people look at me and see stupid. That’s fine. They’re right. I am stupid. We’re all stupid. We shouldn’t worry about who’s smarter than who. No matter how high your IQ, you’ll be stupid over something. We’re all stupid over something, some of us have more to be stupid over than others. But some of us have more to be happy over. That’s what you want to look out for. When you think there’s nothing to be happy for, then you’re no longer stupid, you’re a fool The world will treat you like one. I may be stupid, but I’m no fool.

I never did any drugs in my five years of college, and only drank in my final semester there. Yet, if you asked most people on campus that didn’t know me, they’d tell you that I was a crazy burnout that would take anything handed to me. I liked that everyone misunderstood me. I’m always fascinated with public perception versus reality, and I still pull stunts to fool people. Currently, I enjoy it when strangers think I’m gay. I’m not sure why.