I think when you grow up rough like I did, the idea of someone claiming to be a little tiny baby until they were 30 or 35 or whatever seems absolutely insane. Because you have to know who you are early to survive my kind of childhood. Nothing else allows it.

When people are worried about a dinky three year age gap (or even a much larger one, as long as both are adults), it just seems crazy. But I think normals really are perhaps that weak and fragile often, and unformed. It’s hard for me to understand because I just have never been that way and none of my friends, even the much younger ones, have either. I don’t tend to associate with weak people or those who don’t know themselves well. Just not my thang, really. Those wilting flowers and I have little in common.