Outside motivation and emotional support was a societal illusion. A consistently correct positive opinion from other people was like a drop of water in a sea of shit. I decided to only drink from my own

Five hundred years ago, when nice was first used in English, it meant "foolish or stupid." This is not as surprising as it may seem, since it came through early French from the Latin nescius,

There was no other option left.

I had great discernment for low-status humour. I looked at the lives of the deprecating jesters and decided I wasn't them.

The problem with responding to poor people was that you could give them something for free and they would still think it was a trap.

My biggest strength was focusing on the eccentric segment.

Money wasn't everything, but it was the only thing that other people measured. I used to have fuck me money, then I got fuck you money. It was always a fuck you motivation.

Time was the only thing stopping everything happening at once.

I had discovered true freedom. It was not giving a fuck.